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
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 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