Princess Diana
Milk and honey flesh, I sing the body electric
At times I might get hellish but inside me there's velvet
I took my devils dancing and I taught them to salsa
And niggas had two left feet still we tried to bachata
I want my forty acres and a fluffy alpaca
And if there ain't alpacas then a custom impala
Hydraulics on the yawn Color red like of with your head
But the gloss on the whip silver dollar
The road's a sticky tarpit but I don't need pit stops
I don't second guess when they hit me with stingers
My teacher said I'd be gutting fish at the chip shop
Now the fish scale put ice blocks on a wristwatch
I can say since then my skin's got thicker
But my bruises still blue and some magenta
The kind of bruises you hide from the mirror
Those kind of bruises make chaos feel tender
It felt like heaven when my heart was bankrupt
The ecstasy I had was big as Texas
Now little gestures can throw me off center
Like do you love me or do you pretend to
The ecstasy I had was big as Texas
Then you left and it left me breathless
It felt like I was coming off a bender
Dark scary times when pistols start to tempt you
And, sometimes I wish God had a drive, thru
One deep bucker seat how I'd slide thru
Blue skies butterflies throw in fries too
If I could order a new life I would like to
Almost living, almost dying, I've been lying loose
And my secrets stolen diamonds got a stash or two
I turn off the news, couldn't see the blood, the bruise
The crocodile teats boys in blue crying wolf
I got some bruises I'm afraid that even time won't soothe
By four I saw even my daddy wasn't bulletproof
Cherry on top of this shit tiramisu
Was my fear on the hill
Met her standing there still
Tried to chase her away
With the cheapest of thrills
Saturday night feverish thrills
I was hair trigger paranoid in my bluest hours
It made me want silver surfer superpowers
Some cosmic force to knock the fucking jewels out 'em
I learned to do without it even grew without it
And if you knew the truth about it even you would doubt it
Who woulda thought from a tarpit would bloom a flower
At times I might get hellish but inside me there's velvet
I took my devils dancing and I taught them to salsa
And niggas had two left feet still we tried to bachata
I want my forty acres and a fluffy alpaca
And if there ain't alpacas then a custom impala
Hydraulics on the yawn Color red like of with your head
But the gloss on the whip silver dollar
The road's a sticky tarpit but I don't need pit stops
I don't second guess when they hit me with stingers
My teacher said I'd be gutting fish at the chip shop
Now the fish scale put ice blocks on a wristwatch
I can say since then my skin's got thicker
But my bruises still blue and some magenta
The kind of bruises you hide from the mirror
Those kind of bruises make chaos feel tender
It felt like heaven when my heart was bankrupt
The ecstasy I had was big as Texas
Now little gestures can throw me off center
Like do you love me or do you pretend to
The ecstasy I had was big as Texas
Then you left and it left me breathless
It felt like I was coming off a bender
Dark scary times when pistols start to tempt you
And, sometimes I wish God had a drive, thru
One deep bucker seat how I'd slide thru
Blue skies butterflies throw in fries too
If I could order a new life I would like to
Almost living, almost dying, I've been lying loose
And my secrets stolen diamonds got a stash or two
I turn off the news, couldn't see the blood, the bruise
The crocodile teats boys in blue crying wolf
I got some bruises I'm afraid that even time won't soothe
By four I saw even my daddy wasn't bulletproof
Cherry on top of this shit tiramisu
Was my fear on the hill
Met her standing there still
Tried to chase her away
With the cheapest of thrills
Saturday night feverish thrills
I was hair trigger paranoid in my bluest hours
It made me want silver surfer superpowers
Some cosmic force to knock the fucking jewels out 'em
I learned to do without it even grew without it
And if you knew the truth about it even you would doubt it
Who woulda thought from a tarpit would bloom a flower
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Writer(s): Francesca Wexler
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