Major Parkinson Meat Me In The Disco Lyrics

Girl! Meet me in the disco
We can trim our branches and dangle from the gallows of cellophane bricks
Laughing in the smog walk
Looking at the traumatized ballistic Primadonna in the corner with a stick

Girl! be careful what you wish for
You don't know what you give until it's gone
And when it's gone you'll never get it back again
Just because you're faithful doesn't make it square or righteous
It's just a matter of perception
Lalalala Lalalalalala

The man is looking at me with a degenerated facial presence
Shoulders wide, looking for a ride
He is sliding through the park with a cynical laughter
Automobiles and scattered heels
Hands upon the wheel Miss Daisy!
Everybody looks so-
Everybody looks so good!

A moaning Casanova in the backseat of a choking convertible
A rolling dice between two thighs, a naked couple riding a caramel The war! The war! It has begun
I feel like dancing, jumping, having some fun
We are the overnight collectibles
And now it's time to feed the prey

Look at my girl! She's a star, she plays piano
Bad to the bone, she's alone and got no places to go
If that's me in five years, I'll blow my head off
But I'm not like her at all, I've still got places to go

Girl! Meet me in the disco
We can trim our branches and dangle from the gallows of cellophane bricks
Laughing in the smog walk
And looking at the traumatized, ballistic Primadonna in the corner with a stick (stick)
She's in the corner with a stick (oh, yeah)
She's in the corner with a stick (*giggle*)
She's in the corner with a stick
She's in the corner with a stick
(*giggle*)