Table Top Girl
by John Mayall
From the album: A Banquet in Blues
Track 6 of 8 on A Banquet in Blues (1976).
Duration: 3:57
Lyrics for Table Top Girl
You're a table-top dancing girl With your teasing limbs and smile As close as you are right now Might as well be a mile Though you give me stimulation It's a hollow situation I want you girl but it's so unreal I don't know what to do I'd like to think that you'd be available By the time that you get through There must be someone waitin' for you And there's nothing much that I can do It's a flesh parade for dollars Get me one more drink 'Cause looking at this snake-pit Is laughable when you think You get us guys to give up our money Shake your tassels and smile for us, honey I want you girl but it's so unreal It's only work to you Staring down from that table top Feeling like you're in a zoo And that's the way it looks to you But you've got a job to do It's the same old disco music Smoke-filled busy shift Joes and men are mingling And some of us are cast adrift Cheeks in red lace Swaying in my face You're trying hard to hide a yawn Table dancing on till dawn I can't afford to wait that long We didn't talk but it's in the song You gave me pleasure but I've got to go While the night is young New Orleans, down on Bourbon Street Looking at the way you do And wondering who'll be loving you It surely wasn't me and you