Backstreet Child

Backstreet child hot as a bee sting
Blew the locals away
Men reminiscing
Young men fishing
For words to put their dreams in play

She had the moves to drive men crazy
Knew ‘em by heart nature’s child from birth
She had the moves to drive men crazy
Backstreet child, sprung from the earth
Backstreet child, sprung from the earth

A twitch here
A wiggle there
Spreading fever everywhere
A twitch here
A wiggle there
Hot as her coal black hair

She moved to her own music
Knew the game she was playing
Had men burning
They were stirring
Mesmerized by the swing and the sway