Dark Lady

The fortune queen of New Orleans was brushing her cat in her black limousine

On the backseat were scratches from the marks of men, her fortune she had won

Couldn't see through the tinted glass, she said, "Home, James" and he hit the gas

I followed her to some darkened room, she took my money, she said, "I'll be with you soon"

Dark lady laughed and danced and lit the candles one by one