Waitress on skates, in trainin’ They dart to call it dreaming Images present themselves to me Seeds are ripe for reaping I continue sleepin’ You’re everything you ever wanted to be And nothin’ here is changing No messy rearranging Cause every set of ficus stays the same Sinatra’s always singing And you do all the clinging And someone else accepts my place Whatever my imagination throws So rugged, growing rose When my eyes do close When my eyes do close When they close
Turn and face my ceiling Deep in all the feeling Inhibitions turn to dust and fly away Stop my eyelids flickering With your petty bickering But this time I say what I got to say
I hear my girl Dinah’s playing And tree branches start swayin’ Run over and sit right by the roof And I see the leaves are growing Little buds are showing Reach out a hand And bite into the fruit
Whatever my imagination throws So rugged, growing rose When my eyes do close When my eyes do close
Nothin’ such a scrutiny Voiding purple mutual You are loving beautifully And it’s fragrant beautifully Colorful and monochrome Amy Winehouse alone Far away from ringing phone at home I turn to stone, turn to stone And all the thoughts are static Yeah, my singing is automatic And I wish that I could sell it In my every urge you tell her Cause I can sense no danger I am the lone ranger Through the desert in a yellow caddy With a black haired blue eyed stranger!
White dress outside drying I’ve been fear for flying I overtake Montgomery in skills, yeah Never been more daring Kitten heels I’m wearing Reality a blow that sometimes kills
When I drop it lyrically Words evolve generically And I don’t ever need to collapse in tears And I could curse your timing Thunderously miming And I feel young beyond my years
Whatever my imagination throws So rugged, growing rose When my eyes do close When my eyes do close When they close…