"Les effluves de rhum dans ta voix,
me font tourner la tête"
and I'm twisting and turning
like a cigarette caught between
nervous fingers tapping on tables
while my hips have a rhythm all their own-
captivated by fantasy,
lose me in the music
and the magic of my own feet.

Be careful how long you stare-
toes, waist,
lithe limb and tossed head
may catch you in a snare
you'll not be loosed from-