When I first met BelindanIt was down in Corpus ChristinBack in August I believe, back in '53nShe was workin' as a dancernAnd her life-size tinted photonBeckoned tantalizingly from the marqueennnThe red neon was flashingnMusic poured out on the streetnAnd the club, I'm sure, had seen it's better daysnAnd a sea of blurry eyesnAnd upturned faces watched BelindanAs she danced within the noisy, smoky hazennnYou may know my bodynBut you cannot know my mindnShe moved her lips but didn't make a soundnYou may know my bodynBut you cannot know my mindnThen she'd dip and twirl and smile and dance aroundnnnBelinda was a beautynShe revealed her body slowlynSo that all the cowboys strained and craned to seenHer sequined skirts would swirl and twirlnAnd catch the light and sparklenAnd Belinda's eyes would wander restlesslynnnNow I did not know BelindanWhen she was a little girlnBut as a child, I'm sure she often dreamednAnd I used to wonder, used to pondernJust what did go wrongnBut then Belinda was not always what she seemednnnYou may know my bodynBut you cannot know my mindnShe moved her lips but didn't make a soundnYou may know my bodynBut you cannot know my mindnThen she'd dip and twirl and smile and dance aroundnnnThen one night I wrote a hasty notenAnd threw it on the stagenAskin' her if she would have a drink with menAnd we talked of many thingsnAbout the sunshine and the countrynAnd a tear came to her eye quite suddenlynnnAnd I listened to her, thought about hernFinally I asked hernTell me Belinda, what does your life meannShe looked me in the eyenAnd told me forty bucks a weeknAnd to be a damn good dancing Burlesque queennnnAh, you may know my bodynBut you cannot know my mindnShe said to me as she prepared to gonYou may know my bodynBut you cannot know my mindnThen she laughed and left to do her second shownn