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 stellar or a 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...