Dance Of The Manatee - Fair To Midland

Take a little dive into the shallow or spy what do you see,

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 of 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,

Until we fall.

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,

Still small enough to fit up their asses,

To put it all into perspective with definition,

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,

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 proven guarantees while you’re rollin’up the sleeves,

Beatin’on your chest,

But we can keep it in a jar when it’s comin’cats and dogs for days,

We marys had ourselves a ball and I guarantee,

And what they’ve done for you, they’ve done for me.