Small town beauty baby
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Would-be movie queen
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In '47, it seemed like heaven
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Time to take it overseas
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She beat it to the island
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Of rum, romance and dreams
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But Papa Doc's old choppin' block
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Soon was gonna change the scene
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Peering through the midnight vines
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The pointed knives and the painted faces smile
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Demon rum and beating drums
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Untie the beast that's been there all her life
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And all the while...
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Winding through the curves in a big convertible
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Trying to hide her eyes from the Haitian sun
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But he left you cold in a blue eyed trance, girl
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You better run now 'cause you gonna get no second chance
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In Port-au-Prince
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Crooked jet set livin'
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With gold-toothed diplomats
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Umbrella drinks, the whole thing stinks
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Flipped a switch and that was that
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Hey dark-hair Yankee lady
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Please to suivez-moi
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I look into that big cat's eyes and
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I know what you come here for
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Peering through the midnight vines...
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Too bad little Bettie
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But know it's time to leave
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Your Yankee clout has just run out
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They're gunnin' in the street
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Crowded prop plane hummin'
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Bound for NYC
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The voodoo rite she saw that night
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Baby how it set you free
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Port-Au-Prince (Travels With Bettie Page)
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Royal Crown Revue |