Lilys

The Tennis System

Lilys


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