Singapore Sadie

Singapore Sadie is three times the lady Of anyone that you can name That's why the tongues wag in the gob of each hag Deficient in beauty and brain She doesn't give you no lies and excuses She circles the wagons with whoever she chooses But her love is a mystical thing I swear I hear choirs celestial sing Her love doesn't come every day It comes like a bolt from the blue Burning and blinding and true Singapore Sadie, she leaves them all standing The envious howl and they sigh The talismans hang from her wrists and her ankles To ward off the mischievous eye Some girls just lay it all there on the table But she keeps you guessing like Monroe and Grable But her love is a mystical thing I swear I hear choirs celestial sing Her love doesn't come every day It comes like a bolt from the blue Burning and blinding and true Singapore Sadie she channels the dead Like they're standing right there in the room She can be forgiving, at times, to the living O please number me in that crew She don't dignify one eyed jakes or beginners She don't hang around with no rocking horse winners But her love is a mystical thing I swear I hear choirs celestial sing Her love doesn't come every day It comes like a bolt from the blue But her love is a mystical thing I swear I hear choirs celestial sing Her love doesn't come every day It comes like a bolt from the blue Burning and blinding and true Burning and blinding and true Burning and blinding and true