that woman from Zanzibar

who's that woman in the car?
she looks like she might be from Zanzibar
she's the one gave me an island kiss
when i bellied up to her bar
i have to admit i thought she was pretty young
i paid for the right to show my tongue
but she grabbed her key and tried to leave
all i could hold was her empty sleeve
the band played before they went broke
i took another pull of a hell of a good coke
and the lady with her skills dressed up in drag
hit me another shot with her Gucci bag
if i could find my way without making grand detours
i'd get down on all fours
and if that hurts too much i'll get a new tattoo
of red hearts and a big blue suede shoe
in a tight circle singing Elvis slow
are each of the women who want to know
am i a thief or a circum-navigator?
a cocktail in a glass or a bloody traitor?
oh, one lady gave me pain and i bled
out of control for what i said
staking everything on just one card
she has me figured out so that makes it hard
with another shot of stiff morning rum
an afternoon whiskey and even some
ticket to ride or a naked smile
i won't be leaving here for awhile
who's that woman in the car?
she looks like she might be from Zanzibar
she's the one gave me an island kiss
when i bellied up to her bar