I see the tortoise and the hare in a rat-race and it fits like a glove under my sleeve, just wait till then.
Their heads are the heaviest in operation,
he has still not lost imagination.
I can hear him mouth the whole ending -
just wait till then.
We marys had ourselves a ball.
Oh, yes we did.
We marys had ourselves a ball,
I must admit
Hang us those limbs hold no virtue.
Those told to hold: project on my cue.
Whether a he or a she, put your mouth where your money is.
Are the birds of a feather that clever?
If I knew I'd keep locks, that's a given, just wait till then.
Their heads cast shadows like skyscrapers.
Small enough to feed off the lesses to put it all into perspective with definition.
Oh, take a gander the bigger they are the harder they fall.
Not needy you'll see, not needy
and I come with open arms over trees.
Not needy you'll see.
Listen to my proven guarantees while you're rolling up your sleeves,
beatin' on the chest.
But we can keep it in a jar when it's comin' cats and dogs for days.
Do you hear the concrete guarantees?
And what they've done for you they've done for me.
