Lyrics Slow Foxes - Cbdb

Slow Foxes

Cheers my dear;
we’ve got it made from here
It seems to me we’re on our way
Lets tip our hats to all the outlined pasts
That make our future seem so clear
It’s all good, he’s grand
Cool, calm, collected
It all seems to crumble there at your feet
But where’s my fourth meal?
Some vine ripe tomato left me hanging there in the trees
But you know Gabbie
She’s a parakeet
She’s into home design
Just a baby bomb brush by with Miss Too Fine
Chick, what’s your name?
Bar flies.
Slow foxes
It’s all good but it’s all the same
She’s so fine, keeping me in between the fence on it
It’s all good but it’s all the same
How’s it feel?
We’ve got the biscuit wheels
And I know the gravy is on the way
Let’s tip our hats to all the outlined paths
And walk the line until we’re in the clear
It’s all good, he’s grand
Cool, calm, collected
It all seems to crumble there at your feet
But where’s my fourth meal?
Some vine ripe tomato left me hanging there in the trees
But you know Gabbie
She’s a parakeet
She’s into home design
Just a baby bomb brush by with Miss Too Fine
Chick, what’s your name?
Bar flies.
Slow foxes
It’s all good but it’s all the same
She’s so fine, keeping me in between the fence on it
It’s all good but it’s all the same
But you know Gabbie
She’s a parakeet
She’s into home design
Just a baby bomb brush by with Miss Too Fine
Chick, what’s your name?
And who are you with?
Is that your man?
He must work on Wall Street
Does he rock your world?
Does he do your stocks?
Are you even sure?
Bar flies.
Slow foxes
It’s all good but it’s all the same
She’s so fine, keeping me in between the fence on it
It’s all good but it’s all the same