L'esqualita Lyrics - This Last Night In Sodom - Soft Cell

Oh i would believe 

that she's a real diva 

She tugs at the reins 

of a hundred chihuahuas 

She'll live a few years 

but she'll have some adventures 

Then sing of her sequins 

with tears and with traumas 

A fistfull of love 

with Raoul Kowalski 

He's only a slub 

of a corsican junkie 

Hoods, heroin, hot Janes 

those fingers of finesse 

Salo aftershave 

spend the rent on a new dress 

Chi Chi at the bar 

dressed a l'Esqualita 

Talks of Johns and of Joans 

and tomorrows rhinestones 

Chi Chi at the bar 

dressed a l'Esqualita 

Talks of Johns and of Joans 

and tomorrows rhinestones 

I'm so sick in my spare time 

humouring thugs 

We could go out to dinner 

(but we're always on drugs) 

I'm so sick in my spare time 

humouring thugs 

We could go out to dinner 

(but we're always on drugs) 

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Conchita Piqeur 

she will take on the whole floor 

this Carmen in cling film 

will bathe in your applause 

She pads out the glamour 

With warmth from your dollars 

Squeeze out your breath 

With the strength from her shoulders 

OK so its ham 

but she means every word 

in a ten minute ballad 

of despair and blood 

with one hand to the bosom 

paid for by the ballad 

but somewhere in there is a 

deep love for love 

Chi Chi at the bar 

dressed a l'Esqualita 

Talks of Johns and of Joans 

and tomorrows rhinestones 

Chi Chi at the bar 

dressed a l'Esqualita 

Talks of Johns and of Joans 

and tomorrows rhinestones 

I'm so sick in my spare time 

humouring thugs 

We could go out to dinner 

(but we're always on drugs) 

I'm so sick in my spare time 

humouring thugs 

We could go out to dinner 

(but we're always on drugs) 

Photos 

Chi Chi at the bar 

dressed a l'Esqualita 

Talks of Johns and of Joans 

and tomorrows rhinestones 

Chi Chi at the bar 

dressed a l'Esqualita 

Talks of Johns and of Joans 

and tomorrows rhinestones 

I'm so sick in my spare time 

humouring thugs 

We could go out to dinner 

(but we're always on drugs) 

and somewhere in there 

is a deep love for love 

and somewhere in there 

is a deep love for love 

and somewhere in there 

is a deep love for love 

and somewhere in there 

is a deep love for love 

and somewhere in there 

is a deep love for love