FOLDING CHAIR
by Regina Spektor
Come and open up your folding chair next to me
My feet are buried in the sand, and there's a breeze
There's a shadow, you can't see my eyes
And the sea is just a wetter version of the skies
Let's get a silver-bullet trailer
And have a baby boy
I'll safety-pin his clothes all cool
And you'll graffiti up his toys
I got a perfect body
But sometimes I forget
I got a perfect body
'Cause my eyelashes catch my sweat
Yes, they do, they do
Now I've been sitting on this abandoned beach for years
Waiting for the salty water to cover up my ears
But every time the tide come in to take me home
I get scared and I'm sitting here alone
Dreaming of the dolphin song
Maybe one day you will understand
I don't want nothing from you
But to sweetly hold your hand
'Til that day just please don't be so down
Don't make frowns
You silly clown
Just come and open up your folding chair next to me
My feet are buried in the sand, and there's a breeze
There's a shadow, you can't see my eyes
And the sea is just a wetter version of the skies
There's a shadow you can't see my eyes
There's a shadow you can't see my eyes
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