Diane Cluck - Monte Carlo Lyrics
And the three lonely things poking up from the waterare her nipples and her nose as she floats on her backand the sand is deserted, except for me standingi stand as the landmark to keep her on trackso the ocean won't pull her awayi'm guarding our bags since i really can't swimand i don't want to learn, though she does try to teachbut thieves who scope tourists at night in this cityin daytime all probably hang at this beachyou never know in monte carlofrom noon until evening her skin changes colorfrom paler than mine to a sun-punished redso i expect havoc, tonight around bedtimeshe'll want me to blow on her blisters in bedthat's the sun in monte carlothe keeper of the lighthouse is sleepingso we creep upstairs to play with his beammaking ships stray from their courses intendedby highlighting rocks and the shallows between themand the smashing of hulls in the night seemed to haveno consequence at all, like the action in dreamsin the morning gulls pick over jetsam and junk,over flotsam but feeling no guilt for their screamswhile we spend three-quarters of our time apologizingfor the quarter of the time that we're thoughtlessand thoughtless and meanjust for fun in monte carlojust for fun in monte carlowe go to the cliffs where the men cruise each othertheir cars come and go like the change of the tidewhere Grace Kelly had her last swim on the planetwhen Grace Kelly's roadster flipped over the side of the guardrailone guy looked so nervous, and standing alonemy friend saw him shaking and started to laughi said, 'wouldn't you be nervous if you knew in ten minutesyou'd have the surf at your feet and some stranger up your backgiving you his best monte carlo ?'a ten-minute, double-ringed halo...you know, the most breathtaking sight i'd seen in awhilewas the sight of french men *****ing under the starswe watched them dancing like mermen on firetill cops came and chased them away in their carswe watched them run in monte carlowe watched them and we laid lowand my girl is as red as a rare hothouse flowerher skin is so burned that she's giving off heatand my girl is as tired as nobody's businessbut sea-air makes sleeping incredibly sweettwo more nights in monte carloand her burn will be a tanshe can't sleep, she just said soso i turn up the fan
