The Tennis System (And Its Stars)
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โฑ๏ธ 5:05 duration
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๐ 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
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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:04.89] Dixey hangs
[00:08.94] With a tricky lot of cowards
[00:13.70] Who though not all star
[00:19.31] Have prides too large
[00:22.99] For a fair hunt on Ursa Minor
[00:26.51] Hand me down directions
[00:27.82] And I'll still lay what plans I can
[00:32.00] So evening came
[00:35.13] Only to pool what constellations figured would
[00:40.95] Make shapely dancing girls of the world
[00:47.00] Who are now in the parking lot
[00:50.82] Flipping cars on to the lawn
[00:55.12] Nice to be on the bridge
[00:56.95] Sunshine, orangey, de de de*
[01:04.92] After tasting who's down for some
[01:08.46] Family style hellraisin'
[01:21.90] Tossing young men from high windows
[01:28.49] Care air lighter than Cosmo
[01:34.75] Knows no bounds of charming
[01:37.48] Building aisles of sound from my room
[01:41.39] And sung so softly none understood
[01:45.55] You better not break her backhand concentration
[01:50.34] So evening came to pull apart
[01:53.94] What Easter was left in her heart
[01:58.14] Saying 'poor child there's your bear hunt'
[02:04.44] You now need no things of this world
[02:08.48] And he is of this world and dreams horizontally
[02:15.95] Of girls half kangaroo all speaking English very well
[02:21.81] For being girls who are now in the parking lot
[02:27.17] Flipping cars on to the lawn
[02:31.12] Nice to off the bridge
[02:33.02] Sunshine, orangey, de de de
[02:40.94] After tasting who's down for some
[02:44.16] Family style hellraisin'
[02:46.97] Tossing young men from high windows
[02:52.49] Care air lighter than Cosmo
[02:58.38] Knows no bounds of charming
[03:01.32] Building aisles of sound from my room
[03:04.92] And sung so softly none understood
[03:09.48] Poor dear, it must break you down to tears
[03:19.48] And who will be warming the silver jets tonight?
[03:25.90] Oh no, you are never where I need you
[03:31.30] When I want to sleep
[03:34.06] I know more tricks than your poor dick could stand
[03:37.23] I refrain their use for your
[03:39.66] Weak spine can't handle all my ways of soft destruction
[03:45.12] Meant to bring you back to life
[03:51.45] Like the day we went for eyes
[03:57.65] And you whispered roses and there
[04:00.48] I was standing at the front of the line
[04:03.77] Demanding giant red ones
[04:12.16] Oh poor child, you're such a sweet thing
[04:28.47] Oh poor child, for you know nothing
[04:36.06] Run from, run from me I want to change things
[04:44.52] Run from me, run from me I want to bring you back to life
[04:52.91]
[00:08.94] With a tricky lot of cowards
[00:13.70] Who though not all star
[00:19.31] Have prides too large
[00:22.99] For a fair hunt on Ursa Minor
[00:26.51] Hand me down directions
[00:27.82] And I'll still lay what plans I can
[00:32.00] So evening came
[00:35.13] Only to pool what constellations figured would
[00:40.95] Make shapely dancing girls of the world
[00:47.00] Who are now in the parking lot
[00:50.82] Flipping cars on to the lawn
[00:55.12] Nice to be on the bridge
[00:56.95] Sunshine, orangey, de de de*
[01:04.92] After tasting who's down for some
[01:08.46] Family style hellraisin'
[01:21.90] Tossing young men from high windows
[01:28.49] Care air lighter than Cosmo
[01:34.75] Knows no bounds of charming
[01:37.48] Building aisles of sound from my room
[01:41.39] And sung so softly none understood
[01:45.55] You better not break her backhand concentration
[01:50.34] So evening came to pull apart
[01:53.94] What Easter was left in her heart
[01:58.14] Saying 'poor child there's your bear hunt'
[02:04.44] You now need no things of this world
[02:08.48] And he is of this world and dreams horizontally
[02:15.95] Of girls half kangaroo all speaking English very well
[02:21.81] For being girls who are now in the parking lot
[02:27.17] Flipping cars on to the lawn
[02:31.12] Nice to off the bridge
[02:33.02] Sunshine, orangey, de de de
[02:40.94] After tasting who's down for some
[02:44.16] Family style hellraisin'
[02:46.97] Tossing young men from high windows
[02:52.49] Care air lighter than Cosmo
[02:58.38] Knows no bounds of charming
[03:01.32] Building aisles of sound from my room
[03:04.92] And sung so softly none understood
[03:09.48] Poor dear, it must break you down to tears
[03:19.48] And who will be warming the silver jets tonight?
[03:25.90] Oh no, you are never where I need you
[03:31.30] When I want to sleep
[03:34.06] I know more tricks than your poor dick could stand
[03:37.23] I refrain their use for your
[03:39.66] Weak spine can't handle all my ways of soft destruction
[03:45.12] Meant to bring you back to life
[03:51.45] Like the day we went for eyes
[03:57.65] And you whispered roses and there
[04:00.48] I was standing at the front of the line
[04:03.77] Demanding giant red ones
[04:12.16] Oh poor child, you're such a sweet thing
[04:28.47] Oh poor child, for you know nothing
[04:36.06] Run from, run from me I want to change things
[04:44.52] Run from me, run from me I want to bring you back to life
[04:52.91]