Hanley

If I ever mock upon thoughts of a tie,
And if it ever it loosens, then I might deny
That every day were as great as the next
And every smile were dressed to impress.

I saw him last night in his pajamas,
Pining over drunken summers
Saying it's alright.
Well, it's not right
To call me up and ask for something
I can't give - I told him one thing -
It's alright;
Don't kill tonight,

As he sang:
Laura Lye,
Sweet Laura Lye,
Queen of Jameson,
Quervo dragon
Laura Lye,
Sweet Laura Lye
Won't you please pour a drink
For me.

With a tee and jeans he wears a tie,
passing on another lie
For my sense.
He prevents
My resistance toward nothing -
does nothing for nothing
In silence -
Immobile violence.

Now I'm singing:
Laura Lye,
Sweet Laura Lye,
Queen of James on
Drunken liaison.
Laura Lye,
Sweet Laura Lye
Won't you please kick James' ass
For me.

You know, I hate prying
But I think angels are dying
In sequence.
In confidence,
I excite the river's bend
When I think things are coming to an end.
I can't prevent

My Laura Lye.
Sweet Laura Lye,
I am dragging
My own sense of stagg'ring.
Laura Lye,
Sweet Laura Lye,
Won't you please just say something
To me.

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