Demons in Her Dancing Shoes

Don't go walking down Chapel Street Down Chapel Street they'll jump you Cut your throat as soon as give you the eye Those wholesome girls down Chapel Street They need some place to move their feet Before they soothe you with a lullaby At Bridie's place the music's loud And there's my angel in the crowd Well, she's the kind of squeeze That you can't refuse Bedroom eyes and demons In her dancing shoes She's the kind of tease That means good news Bedroom eyes and demons In her dancing shoes On Chapel Street the totters' carts Cry, old rags and lumber People gassing like the Tower of Babel On Chapel Street there's coffee bars Where the villains meet the stars And money's changing hands under the table We're gonna dance till they shut the door 'Til they clear the floor, 'til they beg for more Well, she's the kind of squeeze That you can't refuse Bedroom eyes and demons In her dancing shoes She's the kind of tease That means good news Bedroom eyes and demons In her dancing shoes My girl, she's a piece of work She finally got my number Loves those cast-offs and those hand-me-downs Dresses like a bride-to-be From some other century Stylish rags and ripped up wedding gowns But you don't have to face the mess When every day is fancy dress Well, she's the kind of squeeze That you can't refuse Bedroom eyes and demons In her dancing shoes She's the kind of tease That means good news Bedroom eyes and demons In her dancing shoes Gonna dance, dance, dance, dance Gonna dance, dance, dance, dance Gonna dance, dance, dance, dance Gonna dance, dance, dance, dance Let's dance --- Demons in Her Dancing Shoes - Richard Thompson