I met this queen down in New Orleans in the old French quarter
I found out after asking around she was a poor man's daughter
They say that love and money go hand in hand
But who needs money when you've got a love worth a grand
She used me love, it's not a masquerade, it's a real thing
The kind of love it takes a good man to enjoy
It's a real thing
The way it's done
The way she moves, the way she grooves
Makes me want to sing
She gives me love, words shouting about
It's a real thing
This Cajun maid with her beads and braids
Is a true-born lover
Flashy eyes tell me paradise
It will be mine forever
Together there's no mountains that we can't cross
But separated we might as well be lost
She gives me love, it's not a masquerade
It's a real thing
The kind of love it takes a good man to enjoy
The way she moves, the way she grooves
Makes me want to sing
She gives me love, words shouting about
It's a real thing
She gives me love, words shouting about
It's a real thing