Jane Air - Can-Can
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Cancan, dresses are cracking
And under every skirt there's something
That we can't get back with money
Not with vodka, not with juice, not with cola
Cancan, slender courtesans in a row
Flowing like black mascara, driving their heels into the parquet
Snatching crumpled money from hands
And hiding in stockings
Absinthe is burning
Decibels are tearing
Speakers, London beat
Guitar, bass roar
Come on, princess, dance
Come on, princess, dance
Come on, bitch, dance
Come on, dance

Cancan
She's dancing the cancan
Cancan
She's dancing the cancan
The DJ is a faggot and drunk

Cancan, each one keeping a sharp count
I snatched one, down the stairs
Breaking legs, they flew into the rain
Having caught a taxi with a wet dress
Cancan, her porcelain shattered Ringing
And slightly scratching my heart
Fell asleep, the three of us, with the taxi driver
Having turned on her high beams and broken the headlights

Cancan
She's dancing the cancan
Cancan
She's dancing the cancan
The DJ is a faggot and drunk

Absinthe is burning
The decibels are tearing
Speakers, London beat
Guitar, bass roar
Come on, princess, dance
Come on, bitch, dance