The tigers come at four
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Shaped like the curtain and the floor
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Like the stars they once were wild and cold
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Your turn to see me
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I can't believe its really you
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Sharpening your teeth on my low womb
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Playing with tigers
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Chasing the lampshade with my toes
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Playing with tigers
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'Til i find out where it goes
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You check your clothes
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You come and lay with me a while
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In the theater of dream
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We are sleeping in the aisle
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Wind climbs up the brick
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Carrying brightly colored ghosts
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They play on you with
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The light from the street below
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Playing with tigers
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Chasing the lamp with my toes
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Playing with tigers
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Until I find out where it goes
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Where it goes, where it goes
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I tried to leave you
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But you sent all the cars to bring me back
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Tigers are falling like paper on our parade
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Tigers, tigers.
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And the mail blowing out of the mailbox
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Down the street, yeah yeah
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Tigers.
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I can't tell you anymore than that.
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I'll tell you tomorrow when the train comes.
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Tomorrow when the train comes
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Tigers
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| Rickie Lee Jones |
