Black Francis

Lazy days under palms of pleasure
She can feel the weight of a margarita
And another wave
Another taste of my false manna

I hesitate as I feel the order
And I take my place in this twisted arrangement
And I fall into grace
On the floor of Russian forest
O my tidy sum
O my tidy sum
Many miles away from the cherry plum

Lazy days as she gives the order
As she feels the weight of this twisted arrangement
And another wave
On the floor of the Russian forest

She hesitates under palms of pleasure
And I take my place at my margarita
And I fall into grace
Once more taste of my false manna

O my tidy sum
O my tidy sum
Many miles away from the cherry plum