Lyrics Tiger Bourdeaux: Flowers - Glenn Case

Stripes that I've had are all forged to my skin
They all tell a tale, but where to begin?
Seems that I'm rambling now
Repeating myself by the sound
Of words so familiar to me
They circle around

A vase on the table, the flowers are fresh
Lilacs and orchids if I had a guess
I'm at a loss for details
My memory tries and it fails
To reach an establishing shot
It's to no avail

Tiger bourdeaux
Pour me a glass, I'll sip slow
Tonight I am free
With nowhere to be
My ear is all yours
So, say what you feel
No pressure at all
So, be real
Or just pretend
And I'll be your friend
It's up to you
It's strange, but it's true
Honestly, it is your call
No ulterior motives at all

Things might work out, and maybe they won't
And these days I'm not really leaning on hope
For all that I've thought and I've felt
The best thing to do for yourself
Is playing the best given hand
With the cards that you're dealt

Tiger bourdeaux
Pour me a glass, I'll sip slow
Tonight I am free
With nowhere to be
My ear is all yours
So, say what you feel
No pressure at all
So, be real
Or just pretend
And I'll be your friend
It's up to you
It's strange, but it's true
Honestly, it is your call
No ulterior motives at all

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Da da da da da
Da da da da
Da da da da da
Da da da da da
Da da da
Da da da da
Da da da
Da da da da da da da
Da da da da da

Tiger bourdeaux
Pour me a glass, I'll sip slow
Tonight I am free
With nowhere to be
My ear is all yours
So, say what you feel
No pressure at all
So, be real
Or just pretend
And I'll be your friend
It's up to you
It's strange, but it's true
Honestly, it is your call
No ulterior motives at all