Tennis Shoes - Hotel Mira

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