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And the three lonely things poking up from the water are her nipples and her nose as she floats on her back And the sand is deserted except for me standing I stand as the landmark to keep her on track So the ocean wont pull her away I'm guarding our bags since I really can't swim and I don't want to learn, though she does try to teach but thieves who scope tourists at night in the city in daytime all probably hang at this beach You never know in Monte Carlo Letras de cancionesFrom noon until evening her skin changes color from paler than mine to a sun-punished red So I expect havoc tonight around bedtime she'll want me to blow on her blisters in bed That's the sun in Monte Carlo The keeper of the lighthouse is sleeping so we creep upstairs to play with his beam Making ships stray from their courses intended by highlighting rocks and the shallows between them And the smashing of hulls in the night seemed to have no consequence at all like the action in dreams In the morning gulls pick over jetsam and junk over flotsam but feeling no guilt for their screams While we spent three quarters of our time apologizing for the quarter of the time that we're thoughtless and thoughtless and mean Just for fun in Monte Carlo Just for fun in Monte Carlo We go to the cliffs where the men cruise eachother their cars come and go like the change of the tide Where Grace Kelly swam her last swim on the planet When Grace Kelly's Roadster flipped over the side of the guardrail One guy looked so nervous in standing alone My friend saw him shaking and started to laugh I said "wouldn't you be nervous if you knew in ten minutes you'd have the surf at your feet and some stranger up your back giving you his best Monte Carlo" A ten-minute double ringed halo You know the most breathtaking sight I've seen in a while was the site of French men fucking under the stars We watched them dancing like mermen on fire 'til cops came and chased them away in their cars We watched them run in Monte Carlo We watched them and we laid low And my girl is as red as a rare hot-house flower her skin is so burned that she's giving off heat And my girl is as tired as nobody's business but sea air makes sleeping incredibly sweet Two more nights in Monte Carlo And her burn will be a tan She can't sleep- she just said so So I turn up the fan From Letras Mania