A Balmy Breeze
Swings Through Palm Trees
And there's a poetry
In the way she walks
On the shoreline
A privilege son shines
and there's a poetry
In the way he talks
A kind of addiction flows from his lips
He has a kind of addiction to her hips
And there's a poetry in the way they walk the night
For him it's true that
Neon lights shine so much brighter
In the reflections of expensive cars
For her the miami skyline's all she knows
and it washes out the stars
Every morning she hangs them out to dry
and he looks down from his horse so high
There's a poetry
In the way they walk the night