Ian Moore - Border palace

I'm sittin' in a border palace
I'm suckin' on a Dos Equis beer
Yeah, I'm sittin' with greasy Alice
And I'm suckin' on a Dos Equis beer

And I want to be in Los Angeles
But it's bad enough, God dammit
Round here

And I can feel my skinny body
Slip like a knife into her perfume
Yeah, I can feel my skinny body
Stab the walls of the naked room
Just ain't enough of that tight white cotton to hide her evil from my bloom

And I can hear a red mouth whisper
As she comes from down the hall
Yeah, I can feel her dry hips blister
Rubbing noises against the wall
And like a scream she said that she wants it tough
Got nobody, somehow, that's enough

I'm sittin' in a border palace
I'm suckin' on a Dos Equis beer
Yeah, I'm sittin' with greasy Alice
And I'm suckin' on a Dos Equis beer

And I want to be in Los Angeles
But it's bad enough, God dammit
God dammit, God dammit, God dammit
Round here