White Braids & Pillow Chair

I'm a tangled tiger and I want to rip it all to shreds

So I can ask it why

She's a loaded cobra and she wanted to be with me for the ride

In a Sunday diner, I'm reminded there's no finer place to kiss

Than one like this

But babe, I can see what's right with you

White braids and pillow chair

I could spend my nights with you

This pussy willow

Babe, I can see all sides of you

White braids and pillow chair

I don't know what I would do without your pillow

She's a Bobby Darren singing to the fish and herring sacrifice

Oh, that's a knife

There's a common gee, I popped up back and we believe it is a lie (Oh)

You can see the river running through my dеvastated concrete еyes

They don't deny

But babe, I can see what's right with you

White braids and pillow chair

I could spend my nights with you

This pussy willow

Babe, I can see all sides of you

White braids and pillow chair

I don't know what I would do

California rules

Sing to you things to do

California rules

Sing to you

Deep into the sky

Rolling by, rolling why

Deep into the sky

Rolling by

Santa Cruz in June

Either blue, surf the moon

Santa Cruz in June

Surf the moon

San Francisco bay

Safe to say, paved the way

San Francisco bay

Paved the way