Texty

Flies through the air with the greatest disease Takes little pills and calls them 'trapeze' I know you're right, everything you do is right Everything I do is true. Bluebell to hell Lo and behold a girl with a goal Looks so old she's made out of gold I know you're right, everything you do is right Everything I do is true. Bluebell to hell, to hell I, I live in the densest corner Of the deepest mind of the fuck-most room And sing "the stars they swing from their chandelier strings" (I know real love) You know who you are You're dead meat, motherfucker You don't try to rape a goddess Flys through the air with the greatest disease Takes little pills and calls them 'trapeze' I know you're right, everything you do is right Everything I do is true Bluebell to hell, to hell You are so obvious
Writer(s): Kat Bjelland Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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