Roxy Lyrics
| Song | Roxy |
| Artist | Triumvirat |
| Album | Russian Roulette |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| J.K. is charming up his hand-wash love affairs | |
| Softly cruising among the empty faces they wear | |
| Each night it's easy to get a love | |
| Alright get get get | |
| And as I sit and I watch as he passes my way | |
| Loving just one of his fourhundredeleven fiancées | |
| Licking all his spacy fantasies | |
| He's the ballroom blitz, honey | |
| So I think of all my flic-flacs | |
| And I wonder why I come here every night | |
| To watch the osmosis of creepers of art and design | |
| But another southern comfort | |
| has to comfort that old jumping heart of mine | |
| Sensational flight now | |
| Just in a Roxy night | |
| And the all-time black suited gambling boy | |
| Is playing cards | |
| And he's got to give his Mustang away | |
| to my manager | |
| He's got black cards | |
| The Ramones upon the juke box’re simply doping the guys | |
| While the gypsy boys are painting my senses | |
| Red hot blood | |
| Stitch Stitch | |
| Don't let the chick | |
| With these stiletto heels walk by | |
| She's got the nerve to share my vicious side | |
| And the leather kid from behind the bar | |
| He jumps right into the fight | |
| Precious moments | |
| Just another Roxy night | |
| So come on all you doormen | |
| Kiss my vertical smile | |
| Ruff me up if you want | |
| That's your stupid way to get high | |
| When your mind is low | |
| So | |
| I'm knocking out a monster telling me I should go | |
| He's a weekend casanova, a Travolta or so | |
| What? | |
| I don't know - tell me | |
| The last thing on my mind | |
| Is slow motion of what I desire | |
| A silly kind of Kubrik | |
| A clockwork that's out of time | |
| And I end up in collapsing | |
| on the bartender under champaigne on ice | |
| With Freddy and her numbers | |
| All in a Roxy night |
| J. K. is charming up his handwash love affairs | |
| Softly cruising among the empty faces they wear | |
| Each night it' s easy to get a love | |
| Alright get get get | |
| And as I sit and I watch as he passes my way | |
| Loving just one of his fourhundredeleven fiance es | |
| Licking all his spacy fantasies | |
| He' s the ballroom blitz, honey | |
| So I think of all my flicflacs | |
| And I wonder why I come here every night | |
| To watch the osmosis of creepers of art and design | |
| But another southern comfort | |
| has to comfort that old jumping heart of mine | |
| Sensational flight now | |
| Just in a Roxy night | |
| And the alltime black suited gambling boy | |
| Is playing cards | |
| And he' s got to give his Mustang away | |
| to my manager | |
| He' s got black cards | |
| The Ramones upon the juke box' re simply doping the guys | |
| While the gypsy boys are painting my senses | |
| Red hot blood | |
| Stitch Stitch | |
| Don' t let the chick | |
| With these stiletto heels walk by | |
| She' s got the nerve to share my vicious side | |
| And the leather kid from behind the bar | |
| He jumps right into the fight | |
| Precious moments | |
| Just another Roxy night | |
| So come on all you doormen | |
| Kiss my vertical smile | |
| Ruff me up if you want | |
| That' s your stupid way to get high | |
| When your mind is low | |
| So | |
| I' m knocking out a monster telling me I should go | |
| He' s a weekend casanova, a Travolta or so | |
| What? | |
| I don' t know tell me | |
| The last thing on my mind | |
| Is slow motion of what I desire | |
| A silly kind of Kubrik | |
| A clockwork that' s out of time | |
| And I end up in collapsing | |
| on the bartender under champaigne on ice | |
| With Freddy and her numbers | |
| All in a Roxy night |
| J. K. is charming up his handwash love affairs | |
| Softly cruising among the empty faces they wear | |
| Each night it' s easy to get a love | |
| Alright get get get | |
| And as I sit and I watch as he passes my way | |
| Loving just one of his fourhundredeleven fiancé es | |
| Licking all his spacy fantasies | |
| He' s the ballroom blitz, honey | |
| So I think of all my flicflacs | |
| And I wonder why I come here every night | |
| To watch the osmosis of creepers of art and design | |
| But another southern comfort | |
| has to comfort that old jumping heart of mine | |
| Sensational flight now | |
| Just in a Roxy night | |
| And the alltime black suited gambling boy | |
| Is playing cards | |
| And he' s got to give his Mustang away | |
| to my manager | |
| He' s got black cards | |
| The Ramones upon the juke box' re simply doping the guys | |
| While the gypsy boys are painting my senses | |
| Red hot blood | |
| Stitch Stitch | |
| Don' t let the chick | |
| With these stiletto heels walk by | |
| She' s got the nerve to share my vicious side | |
| And the leather kid from behind the bar | |
| He jumps right into the fight | |
| Precious moments | |
| Just another Roxy night | |
| So come on all you doormen | |
| Kiss my vertical smile | |
| Ruff me up if you want | |
| That' s your stupid way to get high | |
| When your mind is low | |
| So | |
| I' m knocking out a monster telling me I should go | |
| He' s a weekend casanova, a Travolta or so | |
| What? | |
| I don' t know tell me | |
| The last thing on my mind | |
| Is slow motion of what I desire | |
| A silly kind of Kubrik | |
| A clockwork that' s out of time | |
| And I end up in collapsing | |
| on the bartender under champaigne on ice | |
| With Freddy and her numbers | |
| All in a Roxy night |
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