Tai Chi
Well I guess I'll see you down at the bingo
The way I usually do
You can pretend that you listen to Wilco
And I'll pretend I do too
All the girls wanna be Laura Palmer
All the boys wanna look good naked
Plug in your bones baby, hear them whisper
"Maybe I just wanna be famous"
I saw you doing your tai chi
The way you moved was telekinetic poetry
You, me and the Swedes
Swapping conspiracy theories beneath the Judas tree
Look at the kids with their film cameras
A potpourri of Sophists and Casanovas
God bless all this suburbia
This town is filled with vampires and girls called Lola
Bag of showbiz in your right hand
Box of lightning in your left
You're tenor saxophone in a jazz band
I don't know who I am yet
Baby, I'll take you there
In De Niro's yellow suit from Casino
Your hands running through my perfect hair
Blowing kisses to General Mo- I don't know
I saw you doing your tai chi
The way you moved was telekinetic poetry
You, me and the Swedes
Swapping conspiracy theories beneath the Judas tree
Look at the kids with their film cameras
A potpourri of Sophists and Casanovas
God bless all this suburbia
This town is filled with vampires and girls called Lola
The way I usually do
You can pretend that you listen to Wilco
And I'll pretend I do too
All the girls wanna be Laura Palmer
All the boys wanna look good naked
Plug in your bones baby, hear them whisper
"Maybe I just wanna be famous"
I saw you doing your tai chi
The way you moved was telekinetic poetry
You, me and the Swedes
Swapping conspiracy theories beneath the Judas tree
Look at the kids with their film cameras
A potpourri of Sophists and Casanovas
God bless all this suburbia
This town is filled with vampires and girls called Lola
Bag of showbiz in your right hand
Box of lightning in your left
You're tenor saxophone in a jazz band
I don't know who I am yet
Baby, I'll take you there
In De Niro's yellow suit from Casino
Your hands running through my perfect hair
Blowing kisses to General Mo- I don't know
I saw you doing your tai chi
The way you moved was telekinetic poetry
You, me and the Swedes
Swapping conspiracy theories beneath the Judas tree
Look at the kids with their film cameras
A potpourri of Sophists and Casanovas
God bless all this suburbia
This town is filled with vampires and girls called Lola
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Writer(s): Jack Joyce
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