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's Stella or Candy

Seems as if I'm spinning down a pole

Swept them over to the stack of notes

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...

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 cocoa

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...

Anna-Marie Mirage

Shooting a mood collage

Pinata 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...