SNAKES
M.Pellegrini
HE’s a hooker
showered, quiffed, deodorised
she’s a player
here to make the temperature rise
peroxided hair and gelatinous lips
looking down at you
like you’ve never seen those hips
He thinks he can hear her bones rolling in her flesh
she thinks she can already see him undressed
Her heavy lidded, him slack jawed
her drama playing, him ready to roar
who’s the pimp and who’s the whore?
who’s the rider and whose the horse?
who’s gonna throw loaded dices and who’s gonna win the lowest price?
eeny, myni, moe
catch a snake on the dancefloor
If it hollers let it bite
with those slicked hair and those frosted eyes
In here winey bro'
plucked the chicken by the door
if the feathers fit the cap
let it wear it for a while
It’s all about the dices you choose to throw
it’s all about you there at the crossroads
and your heart might be made of gold
creepy, crowny, doe
catches buggers on the dashboard
with a few dollars you may hide
those fake lips and those empty eyes
Indeed stupid hoes
needs the tiger to suck their toes
with a dog collar «it's all mine»
tightly fastened by the tie
It’s all about the price you choose to coast
it’s all about you playing at the crossroads
tough you heart was made of gold
eeny, meeny, miny, moe
twiny, tatty, tiny roads
flirty, fury, furry dolls
quirky, crawly, crowny frogs