| I was at the chateau de la queen
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| Jacuzzi night one
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| Near the border of Paraguay
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| Sparkling white suit jacket
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| Black bag hung from her shoulder
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| Dim chandelier and the leather gloves
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| She was a dangerous liaison
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| Stranger in the shadow
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| All alone at the bar
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| Sips on rum on ice with thin on slice
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| With the stench of old cigarettes from the lobby
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| (Backstroke)
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| Keyhole, bedroom window, ladder down the fire escape
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| (Backstroke)
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| Charm hung on the bracelet next to the turquoise negligee
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| (Backstroke)
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| And cigarette burns slowly in the carpeted ashtray
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| Oh flamingo
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| Sometimes you fantasize
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| Being drenched in the yellow, Tahitian blues
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| Salty water slaps in to your ears
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| Lips puckered up, girl, and you hear nothing at all
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| Yeah you hear nothing at all
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| Backstroke
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| I was downtown at the old flamingo
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| Jacuzzi night two
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| No bodega, no balcony
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| She left the door barely cracked
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| Saw the 'do not disturb' sign
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| Hung from the door knob swinging back and forth
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| expressionless, directionless
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| Coasting drifters in at the wall
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| Look for bass snuck into his ear
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| The cheap suit, bad cologne
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| Reflected neon lights collage
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| Yeah you hear nothing at all
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| Yeah you hear nothing at all
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| Backstroke |