Rickie Lee

Haze of smoke, wall of sound

I cut right through the kitchen

I sliced right through the crowd

To the low lit room in back

with the cinder block shelves and the vinyl stacks

Raspberry hat, tangerine braid

A candle at her fingers

Casting shadows on the shade

And the musky scent of clove tobacco leaves

Cool like Rickie Lee

You could say I was a new tune seeker

You could say she was a new groove preaching girl

She might say it was a track for scratching

She might say it was the needle catching

Well I won't say if I backed away

I won't say if I played it safe

A whisky bottle's got to pour

And a ship is safe in harbor

But that's not what it's for

And a record makes no sound

Unless that turntable's turning round and round

You could say I was a new tune seeker

You could say she was a new groove preaching girl

She might say it was a track for scratching

She might say it was the needle catching

Well I won't say if I backed away

I won't say if I played it safe