Mike Gordon - Tiny Little World lyrics

Coffee shop, sipping froth I watch her
On a walkie talkie
Talkin' sloshy 'n naught ay
Losin' my Zen contentment, drugged
Entranced by her lilac mist
Not actin' cock ay
Just came to get some nuts and a latte
Drench me in pretense and tempt me
With the quench of your kiss

In my tiny little world
Caught up in the motion
Tryin' to find the sauce
Shake it like the ocean
Got to take it slow, try and find my posse
But nothing's making sense
So I shake and make it saucy

It's not enough in my eyes, night falls Oh
I follow her light stop motion strobes swirl
At Benny's Boomerang climbing in a bass bin
I'm shakin' and fallin' through the
Dark and spit out dive over shoulders
Harlem shake dance on a bar stool
And I feel a yank
A ballerina balancing on the bar kicks
And I fall and black out

In my tiny little world
Caught up in the motion
Tryin' to find the sauce
Shake it like the ocean
Got to take it slow, try and find my posse
But nothing's making sense
So I shake and make it saucy

Ride that little bitty train that could
Ride that little bitty train that could
Ride that little bitty train that could

Drowned in sleep the morning comes
Crawl on concrete and climb up in my car
When two notes cross, delivered wrong
Ain't it a pity? Phone's ringing 'n ringing
Running red lights while they're
Huntin' me down
Got two house closings at the same time
In two parts of this city
Gotta put you on hold while I
Calm my secret other-life down

In my tiny little world
Caught up in the motion
Tryin' to find the sauce
Shake it like the ocean
Got to take it slow, try and find my posse
But nothing's making sense
So I shake and make it saucy

Ride that little bitty train that could
Ride that little bitty train that could
I'm reachin' outta body
You can be my hot toddy
(Ride that little bitty train that could)
Ain't tryin' to be gaudy
But you hot like a hibachi
(Ride that little bitty train that could)
I pulsate like an earthquake
Be my soul mate when we calibrate
(Ride that little bitty train that could)
Start to free associate
You're makin' me evaporate
(Ride that little bitty train that could)
My wish is to be squished
Blown back out like a blowfish
(Ride that little bitty train that could)
Pickin' up your wishes like a satellite dish
(Ride that little bitty train that could)
And every chef knows: it's the
Sauce that makes the dish
Coffee shop, sipping froth I watch her