Hell's Belles

[couchgrouch]

Hell's BellesSunday mornings I sat quiet in the pewswhile the rev'rend preached against Babylon and boozeafterwards his daughter'd lead me off in the pinesand we'd rub braces and chug a jug of chapel wineyeah, hell's bellesthey dance a wicked waltzwhenever there's a partythey're belles of the ballhell's bellesgotta love the love they're givin'I fall from grace ev'ry timeand land right there in heavenwhen you've danced with themyou can't dance with no one elsedon't you knowthere's burnin' down belowlit by hell's bellesI had a make-up test in the eleventh gradebut after PE Cindy caught me by the poolthe sight of her bikini top floating awaykept me comp'ny all through summer schoolyeah, hell's bellesthey dance a wicked waltzwhenever there's a partythey're belles of the ballhell's bellesthey're sulphur and brimstone womenthat lay me down in dreamsof silk and satin linendon't you knowthere's burnin' down belowlit by hell's belleswhen the bossman cut my hourseven whiskey sourscouldn't settle my nasty moodwhile I paced out on the porchI saw the divorcee next doorvacuuming in the nudeyeah, hell's bellesthey dance a wicked waltzwhenever there's a partythey're belles of the ballhell's bellestheir souls are made for sinnin'they draw me into dreamsof silk and satin linenwhen you've danced with themyou can't dance with no one elsedon't you knowthere's burnin' down belowlit by hell's belles(c)2005 Robert George