Violin was tickling my fancy
Gives out just the right amount of soul
I wonder if that makes me sound too old
Decided that I [still want?] candy
Seems as if I'm spinning down a pole
Swept them over to the stack of notes
La-di-da
I sing songs about
Whatever the f** they want
Whatever the f** they want
And who are you?
I'm so blue
Anna-Marie Mirage
Painting my tear drops on
And on...
Staring through the window of a windstorm
Crying through the credits of a show
That you've seen a bunch of times before
And [?] settling on cocoa
Shame that she's that girl you used to know
Loved her, but he had to let her go
La-di-da
We sing songs about
Whatever the f** they want
Whatever the f** they want
And who are you?
We're so blue
Anna-Marie Mirage
Painting my tear drops on
And on...
Anna-Marie Mirage
Shooting [?]
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 you whole
La-di-da
We sing songs about
Whatever the f** she wants
Whatever the f** she wants
And who are you?
We're so blue
Anna-Marie Mirage
She's painting our tear drops on
And on...