Letra de The Palace
Dad says he hates my guts
But this club thinks I'm worth 'bout eighty bucks
Strangers get drunk while I sit on their lap
But this club thinks I'm worth 'bout eighty bucks
Strangers get drunk while I sit on their lap
Mouthing the words to 'Dreams' by Fleetwood Mac
As I pour my next beer
Pretending I'm not here
Choking on smoke stains
They don't know my real name
It's a cold man
I pole dance
Now holding hands has lost all its romance
It's worth it
Just one tip
For stripping my soul down while I sip my next beer
Pretending I'm not here
Choking on smoke stains
They don't know my real name
Cathy's a bitch and she works on the doors
Minding the palace with cheetah print floors
I had a lover, a dream and a plan
Now I've got a bruise and a coconut tan
So I pour my next beer
Pretеnding I'm not here
Choking on smoke stains
Thеy don't know my real name
It's a cold man
I pole dance
Now holding hands
Has lost all its romance
It's worth it
Just one tip
For stripping my soul down while I sip my next beer
Pretending I'm not here
Choking on smoke stains
They don't know my real name
The only thing they didn't see was bones and wisdom teeth
And I can't bear to pull them out now
The only thing they didn't see was bones and wisdom teeth
And I can't bear to pull them out now
Let's give a warm welcome
Take it or sell some
Here in the palace that everyone fell from
So play that old Fleetwood
And kill like the streets would
And write on my tombstone 'Miss Peach Porcelain'
I know I'm gonna age in this club
But Dad still hates my guts
It's a cold man
I pole dance
Now holding hands
Has lost all its romance
It's worth it
Just one tip
For stripping my soul down while I sip my next beer
Pretending I'm not here
As I pour my next beer
Pretending I'm not here
Choking on smoke stains
They don't know my real name
Eyelash, eyelash
Eyelash, eyelash
As I pour my next beer
Pretending I'm not here
Choking on smoke stains
They don't know my real name
It's a cold man
I pole dance
Now holding hands has lost all its romance
It's worth it
Just one tip
For stripping my soul down while I sip my next beer
Pretending I'm not here
Choking on smoke stains
They don't know my real name
Cathy's a bitch and she works on the doors
Minding the palace with cheetah print floors
I had a lover, a dream and a plan
Now I've got a bruise and a coconut tan
So I pour my next beer
Pretеnding I'm not here
Choking on smoke stains
Thеy don't know my real name
It's a cold man
I pole dance
Now holding hands
Has lost all its romance
It's worth it
Just one tip
For stripping my soul down while I sip my next beer
Pretending I'm not here
Choking on smoke stains
They don't know my real name
The only thing they didn't see was bones and wisdom teeth
And I can't bear to pull them out now
The only thing they didn't see was bones and wisdom teeth
And I can't bear to pull them out now
Let's give a warm welcome
Take it or sell some
Here in the palace that everyone fell from
So play that old Fleetwood
And kill like the streets would
And write on my tombstone 'Miss Peach Porcelain'
I know I'm gonna age in this club
But Dad still hates my guts
It's a cold man
I pole dance
Now holding hands
Has lost all its romance
It's worth it
Just one tip
For stripping my soul down while I sip my next beer
Pretending I'm not here
As I pour my next beer
Pretending I'm not here
Choking on smoke stains
They don't know my real name
Eyelash, eyelash
Eyelash, eyelash
