The Dirty, Swamp Blues

Hey baby…
How you doin tonight?
Cool…
cuase I’m feeelin
out of sight.
We gonna do it dirty,
dirty.. dirty… tonight.
I’m gonna show you
how we… do this
in the dirty south
is that alright?

Weee…take it slow,
way… way down low
can you
feel that beat?
Let meee… put
some stink on it  
its my treat.

Mmm…feel it baby
yeah… that’s
the gypsy woman’s
dirty, dirty
swamp blues.
Baby… you know
This is for you
Awww shit now…
they done let me lose.

This gypsy womans’
gonna give you
the blues…
yeah baby… I know …
I know you feel that;
It sooo hot
sweat running down
between my breasts
it’s ok
I aint gonna fret.

Sit a spell,
take a load off
git you an
ice cold beer
while they play
that rep
can you feel it baby?
Awww yeeees…
Makin love
to this mic
I touch myself,
caressing
my dress,
barefoot;  
there is
no…need…
to impress.  

Your wishin
it was you
instead of this damn mic,
play your cards right
and you,
might …git…
lucky tonight.
mmm… ohhh yeah…
stroke it slow
follow that beat
act, like
YOU know.

Make it gushy,
make it  wet…
take sip,
lick them lips;
watch out now
don’t let it slip
hold it baby,
hold it…
you… are… the shit…


Now…
this gypsy woman
got you under her spell
are you buyin
what she sells?

I got something…
special for you,
my dirty…
dirty swamp blues.
So relax,
take off shoes,
enjoy my words,
their just for you.

Mmm… there now
aint that nice?
Ohh…
it’s hot in here,
the moon is full
and round
the night is long
and filled
with my sounds.

So enjoy yourself
that’s it…
I got you baby,
in the voodoo
of my voice,
captured within.

Its sinful tonight
and this groove
is out of sight.

Gypsy Red