"Bloody Mary
I like the things you do, girl
It's surreal, the way you feel
Cause I'm the guy who's in love with you
I am and I won't be home I'll be back as I go
Clarinets, clarinets time's short I haven't pushed you out of my hair yet.
Aya anampa Aya anampa
It always seems that I need to keep the distance
To come closer to what they say is true.
Does that mean I should believe it
That's why I sing:
Aya anampa Aya anampa
The secondary function of a bathroom mirror
Is to measure murmurs in mental mud
I just like to read it
Murder me with orgasms
Formula formula
Obscene gestures
Call me names
I'm gonna start a rumour
It goes like this
Aya anampa Aya anampa"
