Travels With Bettie Page lyrics

Artist  : Royal Crown Revue 
Song : Travels With Bettie Page
 
												
														   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