Club queen, disco scene, neon poles and she goes
It's like an endless summer that flows
She's on vacation in the drink that she holds
She's got her lights on, top off, riding low
The smoke surrounds her (nicotine angel)
The boys on their knees (strange love)
You're so club deco, out on the floor
You're so sixties retro, out of control
You're so vintage deco, Bridgette Bardot
You're so deco, deco like a Van Gogh
Chelsea Hotel No. 2, paying by skin
By hook or by sin
Pretty baby groove in, grind out
You're living by the edge, hanging off everything
New Yorks heartbeat, Coney Island scene Queen
Vodka glass eyes, cherry cigarette smile
You're so Motown deco, blue jazz doll
You're so sixties retro, Bridgette Bardot
You're so vintage deco, out of control
You're so deco, deco like Andy Warhol
Party girls never hurt nobody
They're the velvet angels you hear on the vinyl
Drop the beat, bring it back
Let it shimmer, let it move
Let the girls do what they do
You in the back
With the black jeans and James Dean tat
With the whiskey in hand and mind in trouble
Looking like a rock renegade made from rubble
You stand like a man I would frame
You're so deco, deco
You look at me with bullets for eyes
Cold, unsure and a little impure
Bang bang, shoot your baby down
Now pin me up like Art Deco
The smoke surrounds her (nicotine angel)
The boy on his knees (strange love)
You're so Cali deco, out of the door
You're so vintage metro, Bridgette Bardot
You're so James Franco, like Palo Alto
You're so deco, deco like Art Deco.
YOU ARE READING
Beat Poetry
PoetryModern beat poetry, old school Kerouac, classic Lana Del Rey. If Lana Del Rey's music had an affair with Jack Kerouac's work their love child would be my poetry, set against the pop culture of America, the high of Cubano, the Lolita age where the gl...
