What Burlesque Won't Stand Lyrics

You got a new best man and I hope his hands will patch up what they can.
Asleep with the tv on, marked funeral songs and many careless nights.
Standing around in festival crowds.

Turn on yr the phone and call him out,
Drive through the cops so awkward,
Darken the trail like jungle tracks,
Waiting with heart shaped smoke rings,
Candy? Cane!

You are the sum of your plans and burlesque won't stand for tan lines; make new plans.
Asleep with the tent wrapped back, marked firesafe paths and many careless nights.
Standing around in festival crowds.

Turn on yr the phone and call him out,
Drive through the cops so awkward,
Darken the trail like jungle tracks,
Waiting with heart shaped smoke rings,
Candy? Cane!