New Orleans Tango

It's called the New Orleans tango I said as she looked around But we don't need any dance floor All we need is the ground She put her hand inside my hand She followed me by my feet It was just she and I now And the rhythm of the street Then I looked into here eyes As we listened to the beat I could feel her body rise In the cool New Orleans heat Then as that Creole music cried From the river to the sea We danced until the music died Breathless next to me It's called the New Orleans tango She said as I looked around I picked her up as she followed Through the bayou back to town