Jezebel

Hey, Jezebel, you got somethin’ in mind, I can tell.
From the look in your eyes, this might not end well.

My baby had to work late.
She called me on the phone, told me to wait.
I’ve been settin’ in this bar since quarter til eight.

Jezebel, you’re turning on the charm.
My skin’s about to burn where you’re touching my arm.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take no more
My baby swaggered through that door.
Oh, Jezebel, you better change your tune for sure.

Jezebel, you’re turning on the charm.
Girl, you better take it back to the farm.

Aw, hey, Jezebel, you got somethin’ in mind, I can tell.
From the look in your eyes, this might not end well.
Jezebel, Jezebel, Jezebel