Red Knife Lottery Junkie Jazz Lyrics

The band is starting to swing and the patrons are all
staring at the girl in the gold shoes, wearing too much
rouge.
Her finger are rich in rings.
Now everyone is dancing.
Gents waiting to cut in with the mystery woman, who
looks a touch tawdry.
But nothing come that easy for the girl in the gold
shoes wearing too much rouge.

She's wearing her pearls again.
She swings like a virgin.
But she's no honest woman.
The lips of a heathen.
She's sheddin' her skin.
The scales of a serpent.
Her face is flawless.
Tack the apple she polished and know that lovers are
lawless.
She's no heroin but that's what she's shooting.
Cause she sings that that junkie jazz.

The band is starting to slow and the patrons are all in
tow.
But the girl in the gold shoes is in the ladies room.
It's time to powder her nose and her slip is starting to show.
All the gentlemen callers spent all of their dollars.
No one wants to leave alone.
All the married men want to go home with the girl in
the gold shoes wearing too much rouge.

She's wearing her pearls again and she's been drinking.
Bittersweet thanks to that bottle of gin.
The club is littered and hazy.
Men are liquored and lazy.
Last chance to find a woman.
And the girl in the gold shoes, hands in his belt
loops.
She knows just what to do.
Lover don't let me down.
It's my last night in town.
Make love to me.
Oh junkie jazz.

She ties him to the bedpost with that set of pearls.
She says put on this blindfold and hold still.
It's only gonna hurt a little.
And she takes what he's worth and puts it in her purse.