Tigers Lyrics
| Song | Tigers |
| Artist | Rickie Lee Jones |
| Album | Traffic From Paradise |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The tigers come at four | |
| Shaped like the curtain and the floor | |
| Like the stars they once were wild and cold | |
| Your turn to see me | |
| I can believe its really you | |
| Sharpening your teeth on my low womb | |
| Playing with tigers | |
| Chasing the lampshade with my toes | |
| Playing with tigers | |
| il i find out where it goes | |
| You check your clothes | |
| You come and lay with me a while | |
| In the theater of dream | |
| We are sleeping in the aisle | |
| Wind climbs up the brick | |
| Carrying brightly colored ghosts | |
| They play on you with | |
| The light from the street below | |
| Playing with tigers | |
| Chasing the lamp with my toes | |
| Playing with tigers | |
| Until i find out where it goes | |
| Where it goes, where it goes | |
| I tried to leave you | |
| But you sent all the cars to bring me back | |
| Tigers are falling like paper on our parade | |
| Tigers, tigers. | |
| And the mail blowing out of the mailbox | |
| Down the street, yeah yeah | |
| Tigers. | |
| I can't tell you anymore than that. | |
| I'll tell you tomorrow when the train comes. | |
| Tomorrow when the train comes |
| The tigers come at four | |
| Shaped like the curtain and the floor | |
| Like the stars they once were wild and cold | |
| Your turn to see me | |
| I can believe its really you | |
| Sharpening your teeth on my low womb | |
| Playing with tigers | |
| Chasing the lampshade with my toes | |
| Playing with tigers | |
| il i find out where it goes | |
| You check your clothes | |
| You come and lay with me a while | |
| In the theater of dream | |
| We are sleeping in the aisle | |
| Wind climbs up the brick | |
| Carrying brightly colored ghosts | |
| They play on you with | |
| The light from the street below | |
| Playing with tigers | |
| Chasing the lamp with my toes | |
| Playing with tigers | |
| Until i find out where it goes | |
| Where it goes, where it goes | |
| I tried to leave you | |
| But you sent all the cars to bring me back | |
| Tigers are falling like paper on our parade | |
| Tigers, tigers. | |
| And the mail blowing out of the mailbox | |
| Down the street, yeah yeah | |
| Tigers. | |
| I can' t tell you anymore than that. | |
| I' ll tell you tomorrow when the train comes. | |
| Tomorrow when the train comes |
| The tigers come at four | |
| Shaped like the curtain and the floor | |
| Like the stars they once were wild and cold | |
| Your turn to see me | |
| I can believe its really you | |
| Sharpening your teeth on my low womb | |
| Playing with tigers | |
| Chasing the lampshade with my toes | |
| Playing with tigers | |
| il i find out where it goes | |
| You check your clothes | |
| You come and lay with me a while | |
| In the theater of dream | |
| We are sleeping in the aisle | |
| Wind climbs up the brick | |
| Carrying brightly colored ghosts | |
| They play on you with | |
| The light from the street below | |
| Playing with tigers | |
| Chasing the lamp with my toes | |
| Playing with tigers | |
| Until i find out where it goes | |
| Where it goes, where it goes | |
| I tried to leave you | |
| But you sent all the cars to bring me back | |
| Tigers are falling like paper on our parade | |
| Tigers, tigers. | |
| And the mail blowing out of the mailbox | |
| Down the street, yeah yeah | |
| Tigers. | |
| I can' t tell you anymore than that. | |
| I' ll tell you tomorrow when the train comes. | |
| Tomorrow when the train comes |
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