Mirage

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 a Candy Seems as if I'm spinning down a pole Swept them over to the stack of no's 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 teardrops on And on, and 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 Coco 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 teardrops on And on, and 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 teardrops on And on, and on, and on