Travels With Bettie Page Lyrics

Travels With Bettie Page lyrics

Small town beauty baby

Would-be movie queen

In '47, it seemed like
heaven

Time to take it overseas 



She beat it to the
island

Of rum, romance and dreams

But Papa Doc's old choppin'
block

Soon was gonna change the scene 



Peering through the
midnight vines

The pointed knives and the painted faces smile

Demon
rum and beating drums

Untie the beast that's been there all her life

And all the while... 



Winding through the curves in a big
convertible

Trying to hide her eyes from the Haitian sun

But he
left you cold in a blue eyed trance, girl

You better run now 'cause you
gonna get no second chance

In Port-au-Prince 



Crooked jet
set livin'

With gold-toothed diplomats

Umbrella drinks, the whole
thing stinks

Flipped a switch and that was that 



Hey
dark-hair Yankee lady

Please to suivez-moi

I look into that big
cat's eyes and

I know what you come here for 



Peering
through the midnight vines... 



Too bad little Bettie

But
know it's time to leave

Your Yankee clout has just run out

They're
gunnin' in the street 



Crowded prop plane hummin'

Bound for
NYC

The voodoo rite she saw that night

Baby how it set you free