Backstroke - Cayucas

I was at the chateau de la queen

Jacuzzi night one

Near the border of Paraguay

Sparkling white suit jacket

Black bag hung from her shoulder

Dim chandelier and the leather gloves

She was a dangerous liaison

Stranger in the shadow

All alone at the bar

Sips on rum on ice with thin on slice

With the stench of old cigarettes from the lobby

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Keyhole, bedroom window, ladder down the fire escape

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Charm hung on the bracelet next to the turquoise negligee

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And cigarette burns slowly in the carpeted ashtray

Oh flamingo

Sometimes you fantasize

Being drenched in the yellow, Tahitian blues

Salty water slaps in to your ears

Lips puckered up, girl, and you hear nothing at all

Yeah you hear nothing at all

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I was downtown at the old flamingo

Jacuzzi night two

No bodega, no balcony

She left the door barely cracked

Saw the 'do not disturb' sign

Hung from the door knob swinging back and forth

expressionless, directionless

Coasting drifters in at the wall

Look for bass snuck into his ear

The cheap suit, bad cologne

Reflected neon lights collage

Yeah you hear nothing at all

Yeah you hear nothing at all

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