Bluebell Lyrics

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
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
I want to live in the smallest corner
In the densest mind in the f*ckmost room and sing "The stars they swing from their chandelier strings"
I know real love
You know who you are
You're deadmeat motherf*cker
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
You are so obvious

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