Neon sunset on Central Avenue Boys lookin’ sinful in a mesh see-through Tiny little shorts and a dangerous grin Everybody thirsty and the night just walked in Bartender says, “Honey, what’ll it be?” I said, “Something stiff… and preferably cheap.” He winked real slow while he salted the rim Now I can’t remember if I ordered the drink or him Ohhhhh Meet me at COCKtail Where the boys stay naughty and the pours stay strong Disco in the back while the drag queens sing along One hand on my waist, one martini too deep At COCKtail, baby, nobody sleeps At COCKtail! Saint Pete sweatin’ underneath the moon Bathroom line flirtation coming way too soon Everybody flexin’ like they’re fresh from the gym And every daddy here got somebody callin’ him “sir” again Happy hour started but the shirts disappeared One more tequila and the judgment gets weird Poolside at Mari Jean, somebody cannonballed nude Now the whole damn patio’s in an excellent mood From the beach boys bronzed with their tiny tan lines To the silver fox lawyer orderin’ four vodka limes A pup in a harness gettin’ pets at the bar While a twunk named Brandon says he “models” for art Ohhhhh Meet me at COCKtail Where the cocktails fruity and the boys act worse Glitter on the collarbone, hands under the shirt Lipstick on my highball, trouble in my eyes Saint Pete boys really oughta come with warning signs Bridge: We stumble down Central lookin’ hot and confused Somebody’s husband just got mysteriously “lost” from his cruise Drag queen yellin’, “Tip your queens, don’t be cheap!” While two circuit boys are makin’ out beside the Jeep DJ drops Madonna — whole patio screams Now a bachelorette party’s livin’ out gay dreams One more espresso martini before we call it a night (We all know damn well that’s a lie.) Final Chorus: Meet me at COCKtail Where the gays stay glowing till the sunrise hits Tiny umbrellas and terrible decisions Saint Pete heaven in a disco haze Too much bronzer and too many margaritas paid At COCKtail! Love is loud and the drinks come fast Everybody here got a beautiful past From drag to disco to late-night heat There ain’t no party like queer Saint Pete! (“Last call!”) …Nobody moved.
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