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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeWhite Braids & Pillow Chair
I'm a tangled tiger and I want to rip it all to shredsSo I can ask it whyShe's a loaded cobra and she wanted to be with meFor the rideIn a Sunday dinerI'm reminded there's no finer place to kissThan one like thisBut babe, I can see what's right with youWhite braids and pillow chairI could spend my nights with youThis pussy willowBabe, I can see all sides of youWhite braids and pillow chairI don't know what I would doWithout your pillowShe's a Bobby Darin singing to the fishAnd herring sacrificeOh, that's her knifeThere's a Karmann Ghiah parked out backAnd we believe it is alive (Oh)You can see the river runnin'Through my dеvastated concrete еyesThey don't denyBut babe, I can see what's right with youWhite braids and pillow chairI could spend my nights with youThis pussy willowBabe, I can see all sides of youWhite braids and pillow chairI don't know what I would doCalifornia blueSing to you, things to doCalifornia blueSing to youDeep Ventura skyRolling by, rolling whyDeep Ventura skyRolling bySanta Cruz in JuneEither blue, surf the moonSanta Cruz in JuneSurf the moonSan Francisco BaySafe to say, paved the waySan Francisco BayPaved the way
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