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't see what's right with you White braids and pillow chair I could spend my nights with you This pussy willow Babe, I can't 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 Ghiah parked out back and we believe it is alive (oh) You can see the river runnin' through my devastated concrete eyes They don't deny But babe, I can't see what's right with you White braids and pillow chair I could spend my nights with you This pussy willow Babe, I can't see all sides of you White braids and pillow chair 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 why Deep Ventura 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