Violet was tickling my fancy, gives out just the right amount of soul I wonder if it makes me sound too old Decided that Estella were a candy Seems as if I'm spinning down a poem Swept them over to the stack of notes La-di-da-la I sing songs about Whatever the *** they want Whatever the *** they want And ooh-wee-ooh I'm so blue Anna-Marie Moran Painting my teardrops on And on, and on, and on Staring through the window of a wig store Crying to the credits of a show That you've seen a bunch of times before An inch away from settling on Coco Shame that she's that girl you used to know Loved her but we had to let her go La-di-da-la We sing songs about Whatever the *** they want Whatever the *** they want And ooh-wee-ooh We're so blue Anna-Marie Moran Painting our teardrops on And on, and on, and on Anna-Marie Moran Shooting a mood call Pinata paper fall I don't know where she's from I'll 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-da-la We sing songs about Whatever the *** she wants Whatever the *** she wants And ooh-wee-ooh We're so blue Anna-Marie Moran She's painting our teardrops on And on, and on, and on