She was older, she had a dream and I fit it
She was blonde, but between us, it was violet
Now I drive my car, park it behind your restaurant job
When you get off, we'll take off
'Cause, oh, I feel too visible
On the room sight, I put her hand on mine
And Violet cries
L.A's trash, but filled with diamond candy
Running with you 'cause you're sticky, sweet and pretty
When you held me like a dog, that's when I fell so fucking strong
But without lust, I get lost
Oh, which one of us got wrong?
There's a murder kiss dying on my lips
I'd say anything to make
A minute from that day one I don't
Wanna throw away
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Oh, I feel too visible
Oh, I feel too physical
Violet wants a falling star
Right, baby, catch or put it in my pocket
Wonder if I could, I don't think that I'd want
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
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