| Palm trees tickling the skyline
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| Cover me in dead vines
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| I spoke with the plastic skeletons
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| And they’re all drinking
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| Dandelion wine and admiring the shoreline
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| Telling me they love it when I tap my tambourine
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| And wear my skinny jeans or pray like Augustine
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| Oh, am I good in spite of
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| Or because I am nineteen?
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| Just tell me what you mean, friend
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| Life is no long weekend
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| Hope you have it in you to undress again
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| I saw Chicago, it was rotting
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| Jazz ballads played low. |
| No one saw me
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| Crawl like a gecko toward sunlight
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| So many fat crows with appetite
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| Do you wanna dance like a fire ant
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| In the eye of a long-dead bison?
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| Do you wanna love like a poet can?
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| The husk of their fruit just ripened
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| Do you wanna meet on the cold concrete
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| Outside our favourite diner?
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| Do you wanna wrap me up in suede
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| Smudge off my black eyeliner?
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| Notebooks filled with dirty poems
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| All slanted like hipbones of women
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| Who stand and twist the cords of telephones
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| I kiss your microphone and blame it on hormones
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| Oh, I’ve become addicted to the smell of your cologne
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| But why can’t we just keep it our little summer secret?
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| You should know that everything I say won’t be repeated
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| Drink your margarita, flirt with drunk Maria
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| Chasing skirts like some golden retriever |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Plastic Skeletons , by - Jealous Of The Birds. Song from the album The Moths of What I Want Will Eat Me in My Sleep, in the genre Иностранный рок