Flamingo

Gucci, Prada, more dead designers
Bodies flock to deals like birds to water
The pavement's hot, and it's getting hotter
I watch you strut like a manager's daughter
For you, boy, I'm working overtime
If you shoplift my heart, I won't report the crime
My love to you was a fresh kill
That gets cold, so cold, so cold, no more

Ah, flamingo
Lost down on Rodeo
My flamingo

A quiet party of industry clones
Waiters hold the cocktails like an Allen Jones
Culture vultures dig our cheap allure
Dressed head-to-toe in Goodwill couturе
We pose for pictures in our risqué clothеs
We're underdressed, we're overexposed
My love to you was a cheap thrill
That I know, I know, I know no more

Flamingo
Lost down on Rodeo
My flamingo
And people stop and stare at the escapee
'Cuz to them it's not beauty, it's a novelty
Ah flamingo
My flamingo

[Guitar solo]

My flamingo lives in the afterglow, down on Rodeo
My flamingo lives in the afterglow, down on Rodeo

Fly away now, to a new town
Where will you go, my flamingo?
Fly away now, to a new town
Where will you go, my flamingo?
Fly away now, to a new town
Where will you go, my flamingo?
My flamingo, my flamingo, my flamingo, my flamingo?

[Saxophone solo]