I'm a tangled tiger and I wanna rip it off 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, 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 Barbie dare and singing to the fish inherent sacrifice Oh, that's her knife There's a common gear parked out back and we believe it is a lie 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, 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 California blues sing to you things to do California blues sing to you Deep into the sky, rolling by, rolling wide Deep into the sky, rolling by Santa Cruz in June, be the groom, serve the groom Santa Cruz in June, serve the groom San Francisco grave, safe to say, paved the way San Francisco grave, paved the way