Mississippi Masala
Hair as long as the Mississippi River,
Eyes as dark as a bayou on a moonless night,
kiss as sweet as a honeysuckle flower,
and as dangerous as a rattlesnake bite.
She's a southern sinful delight.
Baptized by fire,
she ain't like any other,
her kind of lovin'
makes the devil run for cover.
Dancing in the fire light,
by the muddy waters,
she's a Cajun goddess,
and a voodoo queen's daughter.
She'll steal your soul,
with the sway of her hip,
she will take you to hell,
and make you beg for the trip.
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