Lilys - The Tennis System (And Its Stars) lyrics

Dixey hangs With a tricky lot of cowards Who though not all star Have prides too large For a fair hunt on Ursa Minor Hand me down directions And I'll still lay what plans I can So evening came Only to pool what constellations figured would Make shapely dancing girls of the world Who are now in the parking lot Flipping cars on to the lawn Nice to be on the bridge Sunshine, orangey, de de de* After tasting who's down for some Family style hellraisin' Tossing young men from high windows Care air lighter than Cosmo Knows no bounds of charming Building aisles of sound from my room And sung so softly none understood You better not break her backhand concentration So evening came to pull apart What Easter was left in her heart Saying 'poor child there's your bear hunt' You now need no things of this world And he is of this world and dreams horizontally Of girls half kangaroo all speaking English very well For being girls who are now in the parking lot Flipping cars on to the lawn Nice to off the bridge Sunshine, orangey, de de de After tasting who's down for some Family style hellraisin' Tossing young men from high windows Care air lighter than Cosmo Knows no bounds of charming Building aisles of sound from my room And sung so softly none understood Poor dear, it must break you down to tears And who will be warming the silver jets tonight? Oh no, you are never where I need you When I want to sleep I know more tricks than your poor dick could stand I refrain their use for your Weak spine can't handle all my ways of soft destruction Meant to bring you back to life Like the day we went for eyes And you whispered roses and there I was standing at the front of the line Demanding giant red ones Oh poor child, you're such a sweet thing Oh poor child, for you know nothing Run from, run from me I want to change things Run from me, run from me I want to bring you back to life