Fair To Midland

Take a little dive into the shallow or spy what do you see,
I see the tortoise and the hare in a rat-race,
And it fits like a glove under my sleeve,
Just wait till then,
Their heads are the heaviest of operation,
He has still not lost imagination,
I can hear him mouth the whole ending,
Just wait till then,
We marys had ourselves a ball,
Oh, yes we did,
We marys had ourselves a ball,
I must admit,
Hang us those limbs, hold no virtue,
Those told to hold: Project on my cue,
Until we fall.
Whether a he or a she, put your mouth where your money is,
Are the birds of a feather that clever,
If I knew I'd keep locks; that's a given,
Just wait till then,
Their heads cast shadows like skyscrapers,