Violet was tickling my fancy Gives out just the right amount of soul I wonder if it makes me sound too old
Decided that a Stella or Candy Seems as if I'm spinning down a pole Swept them over to the stack of notes
La-di-dah I sing songs about Whatever the fuck they want Whatever the fuck they want And ooh-eh-ooh I'm so blue Anna-Marie Mirage Painting my tear drops on And on...
Staring through the window of a wig store Crying through the credits of a show That you've seen a bunch of times before
An inch away from settling on cocoa Shame that she's that girl you used to know Loved her, but we had to let her go
La-di-dah We sing songs about Whatever the fuck they want Whatever the fuck they want And ooh-eh-ooh We're so blue Anna-Marie Mirage Painting our tear drops on And on...
Anna-Marie Mirage Shooting a mood collage Piñata paper heart I don't know where she starts And I stop
Dress me like the front of a casino Push me down another rabbit hole Touch me like I'm gonna turn to gold
She's almost like a million other people That you'll never really get to know And it feels as if she's swallowing me whole
La-di-dah We sing songs about Whatever the fuck she wants Whatever the fuck she wants And ooh-eh-ooh We're so blue Anna-Marie Mirage She's painting our tear drops on And on...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
