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