Bossa Lady by Kerensa Gray

Bliss by Kerensa Gray

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Bossa Lady
by Kerensa Gray

Album: Bliss

It was a balmy night in St Tropez,
the locals had come out to play,
The place filling nicely, and she smiled.
A successful beach proprietor
she preferred it be much quieter
but, Friday nights could border on the wild.

There could sometimes be a situation
and she would be the one they called to weigh in.

'Cause she's the Bossa Lady.
She was number one.
The buck stopped here,
and it was clear that she was not to be outdone.
She was the Bossa Lady,
and everybody knew
if there was anyone to take your problems to,
It was the Bossa Lady.

He was a tall and dark and kind of thin.
Something that the waves washed in
but he had a certain sparkle in his eye.
Despite the woman on his arm
she caught his gaze and she felt his charm.
The trouble started with a round of Mai Tai's.

She laughed at everything he said
even though his date was turning red.
She knew she clearly had the upper hand.

'Cause she's the Bossa Lady.
She was number one.
The buck stopped here,
and it was clear that she was not to be outdone.
She was the Bossa Lady,
and everybody knew
if there was anyone to take your problems to,
It was the Bossa Lady.

Well the place cleared out when a gun was fired,
even the tall and dark thin man retired,
and Bossa stumbled back onto the floor.
The vengeful woman she turned to run
but Bossa Lady you know she wasn't done,
and she gave as good as she got, if not just a little more.
She lost the war but she won the fight.
Oh, how she hated Friday night's.
But she'd never have to see another Friday night like this.

'Cause she's the Bossa Lady.
She was number one.
The buck stopped here,
and it was clear that she was not to be outdone.
She was the Bossa Lady,
everybody knew
if there was anyone to take your problems to
it was the Bossa Lady.
She was number one.
The buck stopped here.
It was clear she was not to be out done.
She was the Bossa Lady and everybody knew
if there was anyone to take your problems to
it was the Bossa Lady.
The Bossa Lady.

Oh she lost the war but she won the fight.
Oh, how she hated Friday night's.
But she was not to be outdone.
She was the Bossa Lady.