You took off like a flash of lightning down to New Orleans.
Found you a sugar daddy – made you feel like a queen.
I got in touch with fears and tears that flow.
Snow's whipped 'round winds that blow.
It's cold up here in New York State.
I survive.

You arrived in this fine parish. Did he show you around?
Air is thick with voodoo magic and jungle drum sound.
The Cajun beat spilled to the street; you heard the sound and tapped your feet.
You picked up something southern, sweet.
You go down.

Oh, baby,
I miss your lying by my side.
You know, baby,
I've got to struggle for my pride
and nobody could ever touch me;
nobody ever touched me the way that you do…the way you do.

The boys from the bayou country did they eat you alive--
backwater alligators mixing bourbon and jive.
Are you working in a restaurant, established French cafe?
Do you flirt with the head waiter as you pick up the tray?

You got me out of bed this morning with your calling collect
I don't accept the charges. I suspect
you're ready to return to me like all those times before.
This time you’ll find that I won't open my door.

Oh, baby,
I miss your lying by my side.
You know, baby,
I struggle so, but I survive.
And nobody could ever touch me;
nobody ever touched me the way that you do…the way you do.

You took off to like a flash of lighting to New Orleans.