Violet was tickling my fancy

Gives out just the right amount of soul

I wonder if it makes me sound too old

Decided that Stella or 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 the show

That you've seen a bunch of times before

An inch away from settling on Coco

Shame that she's a 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