City Kitty Songtext
von Luna

In rented tuxedos the guests will arrive
Smiling and smoking, chewing and choking
Women in their favorite shoes, dark disturbing thoughts
All of them together making trips to the bathroom
Black eyed Susans and chilled potatoes
High balls and low, a pinch in the punch
Invisible to mirrors you fly around the room
Tell me the password and then I bring you fire

So get up off the floor and play with me some more
Come down to my side and tell me green-eyed lies
We′ll find a magic spell to turn this muck to gold
Well, promises don't grow on trees

Playing the weedgee board in front of the fire
It told me to do unspeakable things
Mixed in a cocktail of muddled emotions
Slinky and winky, stinky and drinky


So get up off the floor and play with me some more
Come down to my side and tell me green-eyed lies
We′ll find a magic spell to turn this muck to gold
Well, promises don't grow on trees

They made me dance, they made me sing
The boring little bible, a dreary dibble dabble
The bustle and vanity, the hustle and insanity
Clowning and towning, drowning and frowning

So get up off the floor and play with me some more
Come down to my side and tell me green-eyed lies
We'll find a magic spell to turn this muck to gold
Well promises don′t grow on trees


In rented tuxedos the guests will arrive
Smiling and smoking, chewing and choking
Women in their favorite shoes, dark disturbing thoughts
All of them together making trips to the bathroom
Black eyed Susans and chilled potatoes
High balls and low, a pinch in the punch
Invisible to mirrors you fly around the room
Tell me the password and then I bring you fire?
So get up off the floor and play with me some more
Come down to my side and tell me green-eyed lies
We′ll find a magic spell to turn this muck to gold
Well promises don't grow on trees
Playing the weedgee board in front of the fire
It told me to do unspeakable things
Mixed in a cocktail of muddled emotions
Slinky and winky, stinky and drinky
So get up off the floor and play with me some more
Come down to my side and tell me green-eyed lies
We′ll find a magic spell to turn this muck to gold
Well promises don't grow on trees
They made me dance, they made me sing
The boring little bible, a dreary dibble dabble
The bustle and vanity, the hustle and insanity
Clowning and towning, drowning and frowning
So get up off the floor and play with me some more
Come down to my side and tell me green-eyed lies
We′ll find a magic spell to turn this muck to gold
Well promises don't grow on trees