Wickedly Small Hands Lyrics

I think I saw you in my sleep darling

I think I saw you in my dreams

A special gleam in your eye

We were using art to generate A.I.

You laughed in a hopeful way as it all went awry

I had pocket lines on my hands and my face was shocked

Like pikachu then I glanced over at the clock

Eighty six past twenty five, how great!

Now it's time to be served the rubber pirate on a plate

Surprise my waiter is Marc Murphy in the flesh

With a platter but my attention is on his vest

With the Shaman King embroidery detail how cool

Claimed it was made at Alta Vista Elementary School

That's weird I thought it turned charter

But then Trader Joe himself appears ready to barter

I'm slinging songs for veggie snacks but you signal relax

How preciously possessive you get over my tracks

It's chill, I can always make some more

Is what I try to say but it comes out like a snore

I think I saw you in my sleep, lover

I know I charged you with grand theft of blanket covers

Another adjustment to my sleep topped bonnet

Yearning to switch to the chicken suit in the closet