Lyrics to Monte Carlo

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 can't swim



and I don't want to learn, though she does try to teach



but thieves who scope tourists at night in the city



in daytime all probably hang at this beach







You never know in Monte Carlo







From noon until evening her skin changes color



from paler than mine to a sun-punished red



So I expect havoc 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 of hulls in the night seemed to have no consequence at all like the action in dreams







In the morning gulls pick over jetsam and junk



over flotsam but feeling no guilt for their screams



While we spent 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 eachother



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 guardrail







One guy looked so nervous in 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 breathtaking sight I've seen in a while



was the site 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 hot-house 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