Grand Villa Pilots Club

by James C.

Portugal-based indie artist.




Such a tremendous pleasure
To meet another member
Nowhere in certain
In the middle of November

"Where you from?
Headed to?
Don't you say
A turbine blew"

"A dime a dozen
That's what we're for
Wait on the lounge
On the second floor"

"This is your pilot
We're going down
Miss stewardess
Don't fool around"
It's the dawn of our end

Welcome to the Grand Villa Pilots Club
Where the ladies dance in their lingerie
On top of your kitchen stove

The Grand Villa Pilots Club
Where the ladies dance in their underpants
On top of your kitchen stove

Stranded here
Nowhere to flee
We've been imprisoned
Oh, can't you see

You can get in
But never leave
But I've still got
A trick up my sleeve

Follow me
Through the boscage
We'll steal his jet
And take him hostage

Welcome to the Grand Villa Pilots Club
Where the ladies dance in their lingerie
On top of your kitchen stove

The Grand Villa Pilots Club
Where the ladies dance in their underpants
On top of your kitchen stove

Welcome to the Grand Villa Pilots Club
Where the ladies dance in their lingerie
On top of your kitchen stove

The Grand Villa Pilots Club
Where the ladies dance in their underpants
On top of your kitchen stove

Submitted on: February 03, 2019

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