slow club
paraguay and panama
Ever had your numbers called Ever ran away, ever loved and lost it all Don't you wanna say And if you had, and if you had The chance to run it all like you know it's meant Would you roll a dice or sprint until the end Pickled and soured, bruised and dry That's the local way Strange old flag, flying high Don't know what to say Just tip your head, just tip your head And let us know your heart, beats like the rest And we will roll around, and do our best Painted girl, upon the wall Covered carefully in paraguay and panama You were the hourglass beauty queen Just flick your hair, just flick your hair And move your lips around, in the shape of words That you knew before all of this