lyrics
She wears the drop dead tint of cool
And every move she makes is made with purpose
As if she stole it from a movie
She’s all familiar yet out of focus
Backseat, dub-beat, sundress, bare feet
Big stick, bar bet, lighting up a cigarette
Feet up, hair back, ducking in a Cadillac
Lights out, handout, slogans on her hand
OOO, dancing barefoot in a parking lot
OOO, wrapped up in a flower printed dress
Every question is a test like nothing she’d confess
Pouring bourbon over rocks, smoking hydroponic pot
OOO, dancing barefoot in a parking lot
Butterfly bursting in the big blue world
She floats about ‘til she captures your gaze
And when she looks into your eyes she’ll detect any disguise
You wear to save you from her spell
She likes the midnight, backlight, subtext, sound bite
Greased mag, sleazebag, tattooed model type
OOO, dancing barefoot in a parking lot
OOO, wrapped up in a flower printed dress
And when she looks into your eyes she can see you are surprised
She remains, she remains unbroken
OOO, dancing barefoot in a parking lot
With her black and blue pout she stifles any urge to speak
And she prefers to move without a rhythm
She smiles to see if your impressed brushes her hair back to confess
Like she’s devout or high
Dashboard, drugstore, fifty-cent encore
Chauffeured traveler, old money, daddy’s girl
Tooth bling, ding-a-ling, listen to the angels sing
Watching California slide into the ocean
OOO, dancing barefoot in a parking lot
OOO, wrapped up in a flower printed dress
Every question is a test like nothing she’d confess
Pouring bourbon over rocks, smoking hydroponic pot
OOO, dancing barefoot in a parking lot
Written by Patrick Storedahl
credits
from
Barefoot in a Parking Lot,
released June 5, 2020
Alex Blum - Vocals
Patrick Storedahl - Guitar, backing vocal, clavinet, and Wurlitzer 200 A
Ted Clark - Drums
Douglas Blum - Bass, backing vocal
Peter Jansen - Guitar, recording, and mixing
Grace Blum - Backing vocal
Ed Brooks - Mastering
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