Testo di Bluebell

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) to hell, 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) to hell, to hell Who? Right! Uh I want to live in the smallest corner In the densest mind in the fuckmost room And sing: The stars they swing from Their chandelier strings I know real love You know who you are You're deadmeat 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) to hell Who? Right! Uh You are so obvious