Salvador (Live @ Radio Deejay Tropical Pizza)
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From here to Salvador the ladies dance
To fill us reckless sons with the passions of the heart
I've been around this town for so long
She's been dancing since the first day
I've been all around but I love coming back to see Lucy
She swings me over to pull me out twirls around
And I fall about in giggles and laughter
Oh I'm plastered and can't deal help it
I'm sorry love
Bridge.
What's to falling feeling feet but you know
Who dancing around these streets there
Lonely like you and your falling to ask
For a dance or two
With a heart of gold and a face so pale
With a second hand dress and the lips of a tempress
With a barstool banshee who howled at me
The kings and queens of the clubs evolved from pubs
And too much broken heart love
And singing up the blues in a locked box bedroom
A whap bopalu bop to whap bam boo
Are you gonna take the chance
Why do you care no one play fare
And neither do the lords of the dance
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Well a bang bang Anglo Saxons at the disco atishoo you all fall down
Hound dogs rowl on the prowl for the next young girl
Who told her daddy I'm going round Gemma's to learn and study
Cos I'm young so free and I'm kinda sexy and when I'm on the floor
All the boys that feel me and old dear diaries never been a friend of mine
.
From here to Salvador the ladies dance
To fill us reckless sons with the passions of the heart
I've been around this town for so long
She's been dancing since the first day
I've been all around but I love coming back to see Lucy
She swings me over to pull me out twirls around
And I fall about in giggles and laughter
Oh I'm plastered and can't deal help it
I'm sorry love
Bridge.
What's to falling feeling feet but you know
Who dancing around these streets there
Lonely like you and your falling to ask
For a dance or two
With a heart of gold and a face so pale
With a second hand dress and the lips of a tempress
With a barstool banshee who howled at me
The kings and queens of the clubs evolved from pubs
And too much broken heart love
And singing up the blues in a locked box bedroom
A whap bopalu bop to whap bam boo
Are you gonna take the chance
Why do you care no one play fare
And neither do the lords of the dance
.
Well a bang bang Anglo Saxons at the disco atishoo you all fall down
Hound dogs rowl on the prowl for the next young girl
Who told her daddy I'm going round Gemma's to learn and study
Cos I'm young so free and I'm kinda sexy and when I'm on the floor
All the boys that feel me and old dear diaries never been a friend of mine
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Writer(s): Jamie Alexander Treays, Ben Coupland
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