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)

Babe, 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 Darin

Singing to the fish and herring sacrifice

Oh, that's her knife

There's a Karmann Ghia

Parked out back and we believe it is alive

You can see the river

Running through my devastated concrete eyes

They don't deny

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

White braids and pillow (Chair)

Babe, I could spend my nights with you

This pussy willow

Babe, I can see all sides of you

White braids and pillow (Chair)

Babe, I don't know what I would do

California blue

Sing to you

Things to do

California blue

Sing to you

Deep Ventura sky

Rolling by

Rolling wide

Deep Ventura sky

Rolling by

Santa Cruz in June

Be the gloom

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