Southside Queen

Oh yeah

She's long and lean
She's got the meanest streak you've ever seen
She's just a South Side queen
She's got everything that you need

When the moon is high
You can hear her cry for something to do
With a glint in her eye
And the click of a high-heeled shoe

She's got it, the South Side's got it
But Mama's calling her home
Come tomorrow, she'll beg, steal, or borrow
To keep from sitting home all alone, yeah

When the street resounds
With that funky sound, the folks all agree, yes, they do
They come from miles around
Just to watch her getting down on the beat, yeah

She just loves to tease everyone she sees
Then turn them away
But she aims to please
If you think you'll be back one of these days

Now if you step outside
And catch the sight of someone following you
Maybe then you'll find
What a city kind of woman can do

She's got it, she can't do without it
But Mama's calling her home
Come tomorrow, she'll beg, steal, or borrow
To keep from sitting home all alone, yeah