I left fake Dublin
For neon nights
I'm chasing highs to make it right
Wandering Castro, past glowing sights
Spent my cash on booze and rubber
Sent myself out to recover
In Castro's glow, where prices sting
"We're three, not two" won't mean a thing
And Castro swirls with pretty boys
Their slicked-up fingers, shiny toys
A stone-named ex had just proclaimed
"It ends all well, you do just wait"
I am f*cked up with Theater heels
Translators' fate. No sexy swing
But "we're three, not two" won't mean a thing
In Castro!
I'll hand my cash to shrinks for keepsakes
Sent myself out to escape
In Castro's glow, where prices sting
"We're three, not two" won't mean a thing
And Castro swirls with pretty boys
Their slicked-up fingers, plastic toys
A stone-named ex had just proclaimed
"It ends all well, you do just wait"
I am f*cked up with Theater heels
Translators' fate. No sexy swing
But "we're three, not two" won't mean a thing
In Castro!
Cos Bircoff - Castro Disco Lyrics
Cos Bircoff - Castro Disco Lyrics
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I left fake Dublin
For neon nights
I'm chasing highs to make it right
Wandering Castro, past glowing sights
Spent my cash on booze and rubber
Sent myself out to recover
In Castro's glow, where prices sting
"We're three, not two" won't mean a thing
And Castro swirls with pretty boys
Their slicked-up fingers, shiny toys
A stone-named ex had just proclaimed
"It ends all well, you do just wait"
I am f*cked up with Theater heels
Translators' fate. No sexy swing
But "we're three, not two" won't mean a thing
In Castro!
I'll hand my cash to shrinks for keepsakes
Sent myself out to escape
In Castro's glow, where prices sting
"We're three, not two" won't mean a thing
And Castro swirls with pretty boys
Their slicked-up fingers, plastic toys
A stone-named ex had just proclaimed
"It ends all well, you do just wait"
I am f*cked up with Theater heels
Translators' fate. No sexy swing
But "we're three, not two" won't mean a thing
In Castro!
For neon nights
I'm chasing highs to make it right
Wandering Castro, past glowing sights
Spent my cash on booze and rubber
Sent myself out to recover
In Castro's glow, where prices sting
"We're three, not two" won't mean a thing
And Castro swirls with pretty boys
Their slicked-up fingers, shiny toys
A stone-named ex had just proclaimed
"It ends all well, you do just wait"
I am f*cked up with Theater heels
Translators' fate. No sexy swing
But "we're three, not two" won't mean a thing
In Castro!
I'll hand my cash to shrinks for keepsakes
Sent myself out to escape
In Castro's glow, where prices sting
"We're three, not two" won't mean a thing
And Castro swirls with pretty boys
Their slicked-up fingers, plastic toys
A stone-named ex had just proclaimed
"It ends all well, you do just wait"
I am f*cked up with Theater heels
Translators' fate. No sexy swing
But "we're three, not two" won't mean a thing
In Castro!
Writer: Konstantin Biryukov, Cos Bircoff
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Cos Bircoff
Language: English
Length: 3:10
Written by: Konstantin Biryukov, Cos Bircoff