Paroles de Hot Mango Flush

Hot mango flush. Ladies with ice cream hair - Gyroscopic pink neon beams - Everybody's happy about something. The crowd moves like a flock of startings: they switch direction as one. Jive on the jukebox - Jack and Joker split the night air with whoop and holler. Faint aroma - wood smoke, old fish, diesel harbour, roadside mongrel, painted man with buttons barely holding, bursting belly bulging. Doe-eyed ragamuffin mumbling - Scolded for some vague infraction. Stole a penny candy-coloured sweetheart kiss down at the market. Down at the market all the world seems to simmer: Hot mango flush.