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Tigers - Rickie Lee Jones
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Tigers - Rickie Lee Jones
The tigers come at four
Shaped like the curtain and the floor
Like the stars they once were wild and cold

Your turn to see me
I can抰 believe its really you
Sharpening your teeth on my low womb

Playing with tigers
Chasing the lampshade with my toes
Playing with tigers
慣il i find out where it goes

You check your clothes
You come and lay with me a while
In the theater of dream
We are sleeping in the aisle
Wind climbs up the brick
Carrying brightly colored ghosts
They play on you with
The light from the street below

Playing with tigers
Chasing the lamp with my toes
Playing with tigers
Until I find out where it goes
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