Nick Garrie

St. Tropez Whore

Disco: The Nightmare Of J.B. Stanislas [The Cuts] [2015]
Autor: Nick Miansarow © Elefant Publishing

Mid a crowd of people, elegantly dressed

Stands our little lady, aspiring to the very best

 

Cos she’s the St. Tropez whore

And if your heart is sore

You can always turn to her to calm the pain

Oh she’s the St. Tropez whore

And she always wants more

So please don’t leave her standing in the rain

 

Don’t think you will recognize her as she walks the street

She’s no worse than all the rest

Silver sandles on her feet

 

Cos she’s the St. Tropez whore

And if your heart is sore

You can always turn to her to calm the pain

Oh she’s the St. Tropez whore

And she always wants more

So please don’t leave her standing in the rain

 

Though her eyes are rather weary her waist is not so slim

Her hair hangs down in golden tresses

Lips as fresh as early spring

 

Oh she’s the St. Tropez whore

And if your heart is sore

You can always turn to her to calm the pain

Oh she’s the St. Tropez whore

And she always wants more

So please dont leave her standing in the rain

In the rain

 

In fact the only difference

Between her and the rest

Is that she’s more ambitious and she wants more than the best

 

Cos she’s the St. Tropez whore

And if your heart is sore

You can always turn to her to calm the pain

Oh she’s the St. Tropez whore

And she always wants more

So please don’t leave her standing in the rain 

In the rain