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 still a rock candy Seems as if I'm spinning down a pole

Swept them over to the stack of no's

La di da I sing songs about whatever the fuck they want

Whatever the fuck they want And ooh, ooh, ooh I'm so blue

And I'm re-mirage Pain in my teardrops on

And on, and on, and on

Staring through the window of a wig store Crying to the credits of the 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 da We sing songs about Whatever the fuck they want

Whatever the fuck they want We're so blue

And I'm a reamer on Painting our teardrops on

Tenor Tenor Tenor

And I'm a reamer on Shootin' a mood color

Pinata paper haul I don't know where she stole

I'm not a star

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 feels as if she's swallowing me whole

We sing songs about whatever the fuck she wants

Whatever the fuck she wants And ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh We're so blue

Anna-Marie Morales She's painting her teardrops on

And on and on and on