Текст песни Smut! - Neon Indian

You can't-, you can't do this
We need more champagne?
It's gone, it's finished
Is it?
Oh, here have some

In the shelves of the video store
In the cherry red corridors where I found you
Chintzy as a neon sign
But you still threw me the powerline
I guess you had nothing to do

Magically, the cabs were quiet
During the usual avenue yellow ride
Oh, I guess you're going with someone
Tell me, does it double your fun?
To be cruel?
To be cruel?

She says she's single after sundown
All good fun 'til the shakedown
Single after sundown
All good fun 'til the shakedown

Pa, para, para, para, ra
Para, ra

In the eve of the summertime
True love only part time, eh, eh
And this is true
In your skin tight neoprene

I'm a loaded magazine
Or is that uncouth?
I know it's wrong, but I'm overruled
Tonight she takes me to night school, ooh
(Hey, that's the name of the record)

Oh, as she turns up the traffic jams
And the brakes are slammed, she asks
"Would that be cool?
Would that be cool?"

She says she's single after sundown
All good fun 'til the shakedown
She says she's single after sundown
All good fun 'til the shakedown

And now we're gonna kick it, yeah
Any way she can
Go on, turn up the traffic jams
We all have those feelings we need to console

Para, ra, ra, ra, ra
Para, para
Para, ra, ra, ra, ra, para, ra
Para, ra, ra, ra, ra

(So, Lee got the beat and a better p-)