Tennis Shoes

Chalk up the board and leave a mark
The words read fine but the ending's dark
Anna sings me right in to sleep and
Can I be brave just for this weekend?

It's a grey area
It's a bad idea
It's gonna wake suburbia
And shake the curlers out of their hair

Because there's no likeability
In a lack of ability
Until you stop hitting me
I'll smack the white off your tennis shoes

My city burnt its pretty lights
My city burnt but the warmth was nice
And suddenly I am at your mercy
And you did your best to make my nose bleed

On the grey area
It's a bad idea
It's gonna wake suburbia
And shake the curlers out of their hair

Because there's no likeability
In a lack of ability
Until you stop hitting me
I'll smack the white off your tennis shoes

She said “I- I- I- I-
I- I- I- I told you to leave me”
She said “no, don't, don't, don't, don't
Don't, don't, don't, don't you police me”

She said “I- I- I- I-
I- I- I- I told you to leave me”
She said “don't, don't, don't you, boy, beat me into poetry
That's not fair to me”

Well that's fine

‘Cause It's a grey area
It's a bad idea
It's gonna wake suburbia
And shake the curlers out of their hair

Because there's no likeability
In a lack of ability
Until you stop hitting me
I'll smack the white off your tennis shoes

Because there's no likeability
In a lack of ability
Until you stop hitting me
I'll smack the white off your tennis shoes