Molotov Jukebox — Neon Lights

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Let me finish before I begin,
Speakers cornered by this London Djinn
Gift of the gab, no sleep,
Speed bumps speed dating, all week,
She’s got a rush hour glass figure,
And the city boys picking up the tab for her,
She’s a carnival flower,
And she’s watered by the songs the streets sing her

Neon lights are the stars of the city
She’s got teeth, red lips, red lights no pity,
So I guess we’ll do it her way
So I’ll guess we’ll do it, her way

Her immigrant parents, night and day,
Poured their lives into this London clay,
She’s Nigerian Spanish, a Turkish delight,
Jamaican wedding so an Israelite,
She a cockney trouble and strife,
She’s got muscles and cockles and special fried rice,
If she’s past the prime and her life,
Why do they still check her out from the corner of their eyes?

Neon lights are the stars of the city,
She’s got teeth red lips, red lights no pity,
So I guess we’ll do it her way,
So I guess we’ll do it her way,

Neon lights are the stars of the city,
Constellations of her rough romantic pity,
So I guess we’ll do it her way,
So I guess we’ll do it, her way

With a voice like that,
She’s calling with a promise and a smile that she might pay back,
With a voice like that.

She’s got a rush hour glass figure,
And the city boys picking up the tab for her,
She’s a carnival flower,
And she’s watered by the songs the streets sing her

Neon lights are the stars of the city,
She’s got teeth red lips, red lights no pity,
So I guess we’ll do it her way,
So I guess we’ll do it her way,

Neon lights are the stars of the city,
Constellations of her rough romantic pity,
So I guess we’ll do it her way,
So I guess we’ll do it, her way