With the music beating, it's another sweaty humid southern night She sits in the room with the light turned low She won't tell you her age, she won't think of the past Why look who's here, my ticket out of here (2)
It's only a paper moon, over a cardboard sea With her mouth watering she sings like some mad old bird, like a caged bird She shone like a bright sun, in a world that had been covered in darkness This is where he took her against her will on the kitchen floor Crushed the life out of her like a rare orchid (2)
She sits in the room with the lights turned low Here he stands an angel of her destruction, but it's his liquor she's drinking She thinks of the seventeen year old boy Who took her out to some casino, dancing and shot himself by the lake Watching the constellations set out against the night sky A leaf falls in the jungle, the gun against his head Why look who's here, my ticket out of here (2)
Arios, arios, he walks through your days like a ghost he says I’m no Polack, I'm an American, we hear the flowers sellar call I’m a premonition of your death, he walks through your days like a ghost, arios Why look who's here, my ticket out of here (2) Hotel Flamenco, or the Hotel Tarantula Where she pulled the legs off her victims Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
