When I first met Belinda It was down in Corpus Christi Back in August I believe, back in '53 She was workin' as a dancer And her life-size tinted photo Beckoned tantalizingly from the marquee The red neon was flashing Music poured out on the street And the club, I'm sure, had seen it's better days And a sea of blurry eyes And upturned faces watched Belinda As she danced within the noisy, smoky haze You may know my body But you cannot know my mind She moved her lips but didn't make a sound You may know my body But you cannot know my mind Then she'd dip and twirl and smile and dance around Belinda was a beauty She revealed her body slowly So that all the cowboys strained and craned to see Her sequined skirts would swirl and twirl And catch the light and sparkle And Belinda's eyes would wander restlessly Now I did not know Belinda When she was a little girl But as a child, I'm sure she often dreamed And I used to wonder, used to ponder Just what did go wrong But then Belinda was not always what she seemed You may know my body But you cannot know my mind She moved her lips but didn't make a sound You may know my body But you cannot know my mind Then she'd dip and twirl and smile and dance around Then one night I wrote a hasty note And threw it on the stage Askin' her if she would have a drink with me And we talked of many things About the sunshine and the country And a tear came to her eye quite suddenly And I listened to her, thought about her Finally I asked her "Tell me, Belinda, what does your life mean?" She looked me in the eye And told me "Forty bucks a week" And to be a damn good dancing Burlesque queen Ah, you may know my body But you cannot know my mind She said to me as she prepared to go You may know my body But you cannot know my mind Then she laughed and left to do her second showTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
