[Chorus:] When Salome plays the drum The crowd goes deaf and dumb Swept up by dark sensations
Partially the heat More so it's the beat She moves in syncopation
Gazelle on the run Skirts slit past her thigh The boys let out a sigh The beat begins to quicken Crowd ascends the stairs Climbin' on the chairs The plot begins to thicken Phasers on stun
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Take them to the carnival Let them hear the conga Tonight the tempo feels so right Tomorrow may be wrong
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Gendarme close her down Make her leave the town She caught the flight to Rio With nothin' to say
Wavin' from the plane Pours pink champagne She toasts her loyal trio It was a lucrative stay
Oh won't you take them to the carnival Let them hear the conga Tonight the tempo feels right Tomorrow may be wrong
Oh won't your take them to the carnival Let them play for hours Tonight the weather feels so right Tomorrow may be showersTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
