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 it's 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 **** they want
Whatever the **** they want
And ooh-eh-ooh
I'm so blue

Anna-Marie Mirage
Painting my tear drops 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 **** they want
Whatever the **** they want

And ooh-eh-ooh
We're so blue
Anna-Marie Mirage
Painting our tear drops on

And on and on and on

Anna-Marie Mirage

Shooting a mood collage

Pi?ata 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 **** she wants
Whatever the **** she wants
And ooh-eh-ooh

We're so blue
Anna-Marie Mirage
She's painting our tear drops on

And on and on and on