Mr. Nightlife, Mr. Cool, how could you make me such a goddam fool?
I was made to sing church songs, but what did I know
‘Til I went out to your nightclub show?
Girls like me never laugh ’til dawn;
We know too well where the lines are drawn.
So, why do I want to do what I do not do?
I want to sit on your piano and sing you a floozy tune.
Mr. Jazzfingers, Mr. Blues, how could you offer what I can’t refuse?
I was made to be married to some Mr. Right,
‘Til I got enlightened last Saturday night.
I danced and sang and I laughed ’til dawn;
Fell in your arms when the shades were drawn,
And found I could do with you what I do not do,
So I’ll sit your piano and sing you a floozy tune.
They’re gonna lose their Sunday school teacher, their volunteer librarian.
My mama’s gonna have conniption fits, but it’s time that I had some fun.
Mr. Jazzfingers, Mr. Blues, the Sunday soprano is a sweet chanteuse
Touring the country with a reprobate band,
Reputation lost to a piano man.
Rise at sunset and sleep at dawn,
Deep in your arms when the shades are drawn.
I knew I could do with you what I do not do.
So, I’ll sit on your piano and sing you a floozy tune.