are you saying sweet little sixteen is the same tune as my creole belle?, incidentally origins of my creole belle here although the words are different


MY CREOLE BELLE
Words by J.W. Johnson, music by Rosamond Johnson
Published 1900

1. Now if you want to see a girl to put you in a trance,
Get one whose pedigree goes back to flow'ry Spain or sunny France,
The ragtime blood in her veins gives her a red-hot pace,
But ev'ry move is modified by her Parisian grace,
Just watch her air,
So debonair,
Her cakewalk prance
Is à la France.

CHORUS: She is a belle, a Creole belle,
So charming and so very swell,
Just see her when she walks the street,
A vision fair from head to feet.
You catch a glimpse as round she flirts,
Of pretty lace and dainty skirts,
Upon your heart she puts a spell,
This fascinating Creole belle.

2. This Creole belle she sets you mad with her bewitching smiles.
Well versed is she in all the tricks and magic of love's arts and wiles.
Your heart beats in ragtime when you look into her eyes,
And you are deep in love with her before you realize.
Just ask a kiss.
She laughs like this,
And flirts away
To your dismay.