Trocadero Girls from Pandemonia by The Bathers

Let’s all play baccarat in pearls
with the king of knaves or the jack from hell
chase and purr with a Venus in furs
as if in the morning you would be her

How soft she was, how soft she was
I had nothing to lose except a lost cause
I keep moving on try to get some thrills
Try hanging out with the Trocadero Girls
I’m going to hang with the Trocadero Girls

boy you look strange sang a femme fatale
for a moment or two I feel under her spell
She took me home I donned her white tutu
as if in the morning she could be you
she could be you and I could be me

How soft she was, how soft she was
I had nothing to lose except a lost cause
I keep moving on try to get some thrills
Try hanging out with the Trocadero Girls
I’m going to hang with The Trocadero Girls

• Acoustic
• Alternative
• orchestral
• United Kingdom