Twenty Dollars ft. Veronica Brunnbauer Lyrics

Jollers, Colfax Avenue below, the bluebird signs, orange, red, pink, built-up lights around

Glowing signs and shops, hodgepodge, clover roofs, walk-ins, swishes like doily painted

Equally glossy, light-stripped automobiles to the left

I'm looking, you're stepping, carefully past the busy i.i.i., confusing faces on the sidelines

Fall below her feet

I want to know her face, recognize it, even if it pretends

Talk to her and turn the wheel of my car

Watch where she goes, but I'm not creepy, just slow

She wears high heels that are perfectly long and shaped legs

Shrouded by black flannels, they hang over her tight skirt

Raised and hold up a beautiful torso, flat top, tight, that's the hat she wears

Correct myself to think of it more closely resembling a wig

without h-h-h-h-h-h-headsteads, tiny white beads, huh, that we comble of glittery string makes anachronism

Rolling twenties, she looks warm like a new couch

Beautiful face, luxurious body, she crosses the street, running off, I'm cold as ever, and it ends

I kept seeing my girlfriend's face, strands of concurrent hair pulled back from her face

Pinched up, me, now I gotta do something, bitch

I'm cold as ever, and it ends

Playing the car beside her on the street, I roll down the door and I

12 ladies, down the back of the street, confused, suspicious, changing, going off to the seat

I feel their attention, even a little embarrassed, they're getting in my pants

We smoke over, you just walk around, command to meet some friend first

So what are we gonna do now? I don't know, w-w-w-what would you like to get, coffee

Sure, sure, sure, I have coffee

Bye

I should stop by my apartment first

Why

Would you like to come to my apartment

I've pulled into this mall and I'm in love

I feel good

I need a pair of jumpers

We sit for a moment, chatting, and I can't talk or touch them, so I ask her if I can poke their belly out for luck

Then she surprises me, touching my b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b

As we walk into her apartment building, up the stairs and the hanging floors, we talk

Because it's su-s-s-s-s-s twice landing in building earrings because I'm Walking

Her apartment is bare, God

we don't have m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-c

There's no pillows in the bedroom, not even a chair

So we converse, leaning out the apartment's single window pillar

She stares out at the street

Cars, lawns, houses, almost head on front, snuggling against each other

But they don't interest me

I'm in town seeing her, up to her profile

I'm trying to be deep with her

Share, pierce her skin, by way of careful words

I'm giving up, kissing her, close to you

She says nothing, n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n

To walk around the mostly dog apartment

The kitchen light is on, but no-no-no-no-no-no liver room

She slips into the cutting room, lights me a song

And I see her m-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r she uses a nylon

The air runs at the top, and bruises on the fleet

Grab a l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l and a couple of pillows

She jumps down on you

Grab a l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l and a couple of pillows and a couple of pillows

Sit, I do, and she lets me l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l between my legs, all across under her breasts

I could graze her head to squeeze as I kiss her, but she holds them, turning her face

to mine

I'm going down the-e-e-e-e-e-e-e floor

I don't have any money to eat before I leave

But I'll have a new car

It'll be some money

What

I think and hesitate

How much

Twenty dollars

I'm very shocked, and aroused

Would you do it for ten

That isn't even half of what I want

Now I feel bad

Why don't you come and stay the night at my place

I'll buy you breakfast in the morning

She takes off her wig, and stands, her short black hair lies flat against her scalp

The window

She rests out of the space, expressionless

Do you do this a lot

Sometimes, mostly, when I don't have money

How many people

I don't know

Do you get charged for sex, too

Yeah, why

What's the difference

I have sex with boyfriends

I have sex with women

What's the difference

I get money for it

Doesn't it make you feel bad about yourself

What's the difference

I kept seeing your girlfriend's face

I felt weird

Wanted to tell her all about us

Make me feel better

Put her arms around me

Tell me, what's wrong

Not lonely

I better be going home

And gathered myself, moving towards the door

I said, I know

Maybe you mean anything

You're really good at this

I'm good at it

She slipped

Out the door

Sass

I better be going home now

And gathered myself, moving towards the door

I said, I know

Maybe you mean anything

You're really good at this

I'm good at it

She slipped out the door

Sass