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Pumpin' the blood through the heart of New Orleans She's the mystic heat of the Bourbon street dream She's just made out of flesh and bones But let me tell you little boy You better leave her alone Leroy Brown thought he was bad too 'till she left him floatin' in the old bayou She's the kind of girl She's built like a bomb She's the blackeyed blackeyed Blackeyed blonde, Get down !