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From the Antifolk Vol. 1

and the three lonely things poking up from the water

are her nipples and her nose as she floats on her back

and the sand is deserted

except for me standing

i stand as the landmark

to keep her on track

so the ocean wont pull her away

i'm guarding our bags

since i really cant swim

and I dont want to learn

though she does try to teach

but thieves who scope tourists at night in the city and daytime all probably

hang at this beach

you never know in monte carlo

from noon until evening

her skin changes colour from paler than mine to a sun punished red

so i expect havok

tonight around bedtime

she'll want me to blow on her blisters in bed

that's the sun in monte carlo

the keeper of the lighthouse is sleeping

so we creep upstairs to play with his beam

making ships stray from their courses intended

by highlighting rocks and the shallows between them

and the smashing for hulls in the night

seem to have no consequence at all

like the action in dreams

and the morning gulls pick over jetsam and junk over floatsam but feeling no

guilt for their screams

while we spend three quarters of our time apologizing for the quarter of the time that

we're thoughtless and thoughtless and mean

just for fun in monte carlo

just for fun in monte carlo

we go to the cliffs

where the men cruise each other

their cars come and go like the change of the tide

where grace kelly swam her last swim on the planet

when grace kelly's roadster flipped over the side of the guard rail

one guy looked so nervous and standing alone

my friend saw him shaking and started to laugh

i said wouldn't you be nervous

if you knew in ten minutes

you'd have the surf at your feet

and some stranger up your back

giving you his best monte carlo

a ten minute double ringed halo

you know the most breathetaking sight i've seen in awhile

was the sight of french men fucking under the stars

we watched them dancing like mermen on fire

til' cops came and chased them away in their cars

we watched them run in monte carlo

we watched them and we laid low

and my girl is as red as a rare hothouse flower

her skin is so burned that she's giving off heat

and my girl is as tired as nobody's business

but sea air makes sleeping

incredibly sweet

two more nights in monte carlo

and her burn will be a tan

she can't sleep

she just said so

so i turn up the fan