歌詞
[Verse 1]
Mary packed her bags and left home
On a Christmas Eve
For sea soaked skies and dashing lads with cars
An actress orphaned by the social constructs of her
Art school
A victim of their esoteric rule
So pretentious that she almost thought it cool
But all you hear is
[Verse 2]
La, la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la
La, la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la
[Verse 3]
Purpose was a vague ideal
That she would always talk on
Till she fell in love with the salesman from TV
Yeah, she fell in love with the salesman from TV
While all of Hollywood sang
[Verse 4]
La, la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la
La, la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la
[Verse 5]
Pearly, pretty prize
And a ribbon box of sighs
In a collared shirt
She thought it wouldn't hurt
[Verse 6]
Certain love of mine
With the palest blue eyes
In a collared shirt
I thought it couldn't hurt
[Verse 7]
Wood flavored kiss
Taste the concrete of this
It really fucked with me
It really fucked with me
California eyes are a death wish from design
You really fucked with me
[Verse 8]
La, la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la
La, la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la
La, la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la
La, la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la
Written by: Jake Luppen, Nathan Stocker, Whistler Allen, Zach Sutton
