Neon Lights - Molotov Jukebox

Let me finish before I begin

Speakers cornered by this London Djinn

Gift of the gab, with no sleep

Speed bumps speed dating, all week

She’s got a rush hour glass figure

And the city boys picking up the tab for her

She’s a carnival flower

And she’s watered by the songs the streets sing her

Neon lights are the stars of the city

She’s got teeth, red lips, red lights no pity

So I guess we’ll do it her way

So I’ll guess we’ll do it, her way

Her immigrant parents, night and day

Poured their lives into this London clay

She’s Nigerian, Spanish, a Turkish delight

Jamaican wedding to an Israelite

She a cockney trouble and strife

She’s got muscles and cockles and special fried rice

If she’s past the prime and her life

Why do they still check her out from the corner of their eyes?

Neon lights are the stars of the city

She’s got teeth red lips, red lights no pity

So I guess we’ll do it her way

So I guess we’ll do it her way

Neon lights are the stars of the city

Constellations of her rough romantic pity

So I guess we’ll do it her way

So I guess we’ll do it, her way

With a voice like that

She’s calling with a promise and a smile that she might pay back

With a voice like that

She’s got a rush hour glass figure

And the city boys picking up the tab for her

She’s a carnival flower

And she’s watered by the songs the streets sing her

Neon lights are the stars of the city

She’s got teeth red lips, red lights no pity

So I guess we’ll do it her way

So I guess we’ll do it her way

Neon lights are the stars of the city

Constellations of her rough romantic pity

So I guess we’ll do it her way

So I guess we’ll do it, her way