Tai Chi

Well I guess I'll see you down at the bingo The way I usually do You can pretend that you listen to Wilco And I'll pretend I do too All the girls wanna be Laura Palmer All the boys wanna look good naked Plug in your bones baby, hear them whisper "Maybe I just wanna be famous" I saw you doing your tai chi The way you moved was telekinetic poetry You, me and the Swedes Swapping conspiracy theories beneath the Judas tree Look at the kids with their film cameras A potpourri of Sophists and Casanovas God bless all this suburbia This town is filled with vampires and girls called Lola Bag of showbiz in your right hand Box of lightning in your left You're tenor saxophone in a jazz band I don't know who I am yet Baby, I'll take you there In De Niro's yellow suit from Casino Your hands running through my perfect hair Blowing kisses to General Mo- I don't know I saw you doing your tai chi The way you moved was telekinetic poetry You, me and the Swedes Swapping conspiracy theories beneath the Judas tree Look at the kids with their film cameras A potpourri of Sophists and Casanovas God bless all this suburbia This town is filled with vampires and girls called Lola