Word Thingys: Salome Strangelove
I’m sipping rum like water
As you push me, pull me farther
And every color of the rainbow is reflected in the rain
All your kisses taste like key lime
Your thumb is slipping on my wrist
And we are dancing down the streets of maiden names
It’s way past midnight but still ages from the morning
Key West is sultry hot and reckless without warning
My dress is wet and getting wetter
My shoes aren’t doing too much better
And you can’t smell the ocean through the haze of booze and oil
The troubadours belt out full throttle
Above steel drums and slow guitar
I’ve got the motel key and you’ve got half a bottle
It’s way past midnight but still ages from the morning
Key West is sultry hot and reckless without warning
Sun burned tourists line Duval,
Out for cheap shots and a howl
And there’s a twelve-toed calico just a-begging us to feed him
Street vendors waving conch shells
Necklaces and wide brimmed hats
The bars are bathed in neon and the houses wear pastels
It’s way past midnight but still ages from the morning
Key West is sultry hot and reckless without warning
There’s hibiscus in my hair
How’d it get there? Do I care?
If we keep moving can we stay right here forever
Is it the magic of the moon
The A1A’s so close yet far way
Don’t let go or else you’ll end this far too soon
It’s way past midnight but still ages from the morning
Key West is sultry hot and reckless without warning
In my dreams I still can feel it
The electric swaying air
The salty sounding music
When you and I were there
It’s way past midnight but still ages from the morning
Key West is sultry hot and reckless without warning