Snakes - Erotic Market

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