The Tennis System

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