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letra de cleopatra - urthboy

[verse 1]
winning is so much fun she could be the
one with a lucky streak sign that broke the bleak
layer of a surburban street, that leads to nowhere red roots[rooms?], paint-stripped shop fronts
like a commercial pock-marked, reminding her of the past like “x marks the spot” once
people on their own trip, they got to get places, need to know basis keep a straight face
[?] with car horns ring out
someone stole with traffic lights sing out
she keep walking purse by her side
she head into an oasis shuffling of the light like
winning is so much fun she could be
one of the lucky people, one of the ones that won
she as good as they come and the luck will come good
rose in the pavement long as she in a haven
taking a view, she looking for something to savour
even though the odds clearly must act in her favour
it’s about time they kicked in and repaid her
yep, that is what is gonna happen today, sir
she looking for pay dirt to boost her paid work
navy blue slacks, tucked in beige shirt
fella in a fluoro vest must be council
b-mped her on her way through, young scoundrel
barely looked back, she raised her hand up
sympathetic shrug from an old bystander
collects herself and carries on to the club
where the big gl-ss doors at the front open up
winning is so much fun and she on the cusp of it
step on the carpet that bring out her rush in it
b-n-lity reality and now she departed it
casablanca ilsa lund and she got a part in it

[chorus]
cleopatra
indian dreaming
gotta keep the heart of the golden goose beating
lights are flashing, the machine is beaming
(it’s a write your own race the machines are beating)
lake placid on acid, and the seas are heaving
twisted symphony, keep believing
last time a tenner flipped a thousand
how many tenners presented, but who’s counting?
winning is so much fun, just one more
let ’em run like the footsteps of a race horse
on the screen like a hypercolour musical score
sign says it ain’t a spectator sport
bells ring, credit a bet win
five kings, they zing past, they in sync
so close, but don’t land, but she don’t blink
hands back in her purse like she don’t think

[bridge 1]
push the b-tton
push the b-tton
push the b-tton
one more, one more, press the b-tton
one more, one more, got a combo
one more, one more, the machines think
one more, one more
one more, one more, one
one more, one
back to the point

[bridge 2]
she listening [?]
..that is all that is [?] on it
now she reaching into her wallet
‘cos she know somewhere she got it
they listening [?]
..that is all that is [?] on it (it’s coming)
now they reaching into their wallet
‘cos they know somewhere they got it
think

[outro]
you’re a f-cking charismatic styling motherf-cking dude
yeah, yeah, i am
take that
take that with a bit of sangria
drink that – drink that compliment down

- urthboy

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