Cotton lady dances To music that she knows. The wine is downright Biblical. It multiplies, it grows Grins on chins from ear to ear. There ain't no shame, less of fear. The ball has just begun.
Every body sees the sun.
Cotton lady prances Her way to Easter feast. Her retinue enhances The glory of the priest. She grants him a confession They have a midnight session. Her taffeta has crinkles. Was only dreams, only wishes.