Holly

Holly, Holly, Holly, where did you go after '97?

Holly, Holly, Holly, did you grow out of the kleptomania?

I can’t think of anyone who had a better hold on me

A better hold on me

She’s a storm, but she tries to live in the norm

In the heart of America

As you bear the children of yawn

I hope that you’re better now girl

Oh, yell it out, yell it out, yell it out, on your feet

Oh, yell it out, yell it out, yell it out, on your feet

Oh, Holly, you’re heating up that floor

Hollow cheeks and eyes are heavy noir

And as she lay down, I fell to my knees

She’s a storm, but she tries to live in the norm

In the heart of America

As you bear the children of yawn

I hope that you’re getting there girl

Now your name’s Victoria Yawn

And your hair is paradise blonde

But I still would recognise you on the news

You’re the heart of America

Oh, yell it out, yell it out, yell it out, on your feet

Oh, yell it out, yell it out, yell it out, on your feet

Oh, on your own, your soft moisturised feet

Oh on your, Dior moisturised feet

She’s a storm, but she tries to live in the norm

In the heart of America

As you bear the children of yawn

I hope that you’re getting there girl

Now your name’s Victoria Yawn

And your hair is paradise blonde

But I’ll always recognise you on the news

You’re the heart of America