Hippo Campus - poems lyrics
[Hippo Campus - poems lyrics]
Mary packed her bags and left
Home on a Christmas Eve
For sea soaked skies and
Dashing lads with cars
An actress orphaned by the social
Constructs of her art school
A victim of their esoteric rule
So pretentious that she almost
Thought it cool but all you'd hear is
La, la la la la la la la la la, la la
La, la la la la la la la la la, la la
Purpose was a vague ideal that
She would always talk on
Till she fell in love with
The salesman from TV
Yeah, she fell in love with
A salesman from TV
While all of Hollywood sang
La, la la la la la la la la la, la la
La, la la la la la la la la la, la la
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Pearly, pretty prize
And a ribbon box of sighs
In a collared shirt
She thought it wouldn't hurt
Certain love of mine with
The palest blue eyes in her collared shirt
I thought it couldn't hurt
Wood flavored kiss taste the concrete of this
It really fucked with me
It really fucked with me
California eyes are a death wise from design
You really fucked with me
La, la la la la la la la la la, la la
La, la la la la la la la la la, la la
La, la la la la la la la la la, la la
La, la la la la la la la la la, la la
Home on a Christmas Eve
For sea soaked skies and
Dashing lads with cars
An actress orphaned by the social
Constructs of her art school
A victim of their esoteric rule
So pretentious that she almost
Thought it cool but all you'd hear is
La, la la la la la la la la la, la la
La, la la la la la la la la la, la la
Purpose was a vague ideal that
She would always talk on
Till she fell in love with
The salesman from TV
Yeah, she fell in love with
A salesman from TV
While all of Hollywood sang
La, la la la la la la la la la, la la
La, la la la la la la la la la, la la
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Pearly, pretty prize
And a ribbon box of sighs
In a collared shirt
She thought it wouldn't hurt
Certain love of mine with
The palest blue eyes in her collared shirt
I thought it couldn't hurt
Wood flavored kiss taste the concrete of this
It really fucked with me
It really fucked with me
California eyes are a death wise from design
You really fucked with me
La, la la la la la la la la la, la la
La, la la la la la la la la la, la la
La, la la la la la la la la la, la la
La, la la la la la la la la la, la la