Maybelline
Maybelline, I saw you gleaming in a dairy queen
Your eyes were steaming up with Dexedrine and lies
You're sleeping in a factory at night
You never wanted that to be your life
She's making her way back to me in time
It tingles when you talk to me in line
Like fingers moving softly down your spine
Yes, yes, they fucked it up, they died
They left him dead on a hillside
It's with a special kind of pride
You put on all those stars and stripes
I'm gonna think about you now
When I get drinks and walk to town
The song, it sinks beneath the sound
I'm gonna figure you out
Maybelline, the car was doing 65 on 84
The headlines swept across you in the forest
Emotionless and soft, you stared out to us
Detective, well, he coughed and slammed the door
He's hungover as fuck, his back is sore
The time of death approximately four
He's dreaming of her touch the night before
Yes, yes, they fucked it up, they died
They left him dead on a hillside
It's with a special kind of pride
You put on all those stars and stripes
I'm gonna think about you now
When I get drinks and walk to town
The song, it sinks beneath the sound
I'm gonna figure you out
Ah-ooh, hmm
Ah-ooh, hmm
Ah-ooh, hmm
Ah-ooh, hmm
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah-ooh, hmm
Ah-ooh, hmm
Your eyes were steaming up with Dexedrine and lies
You're sleeping in a factory at night
You never wanted that to be your life
She's making her way back to me in time
It tingles when you talk to me in line
Like fingers moving softly down your spine
Yes, yes, they fucked it up, they died
They left him dead on a hillside
It's with a special kind of pride
You put on all those stars and stripes
I'm gonna think about you now
When I get drinks and walk to town
The song, it sinks beneath the sound
I'm gonna figure you out
Maybelline, the car was doing 65 on 84
The headlines swept across you in the forest
Emotionless and soft, you stared out to us
Detective, well, he coughed and slammed the door
He's hungover as fuck, his back is sore
The time of death approximately four
He's dreaming of her touch the night before
Yes, yes, they fucked it up, they died
They left him dead on a hillside
It's with a special kind of pride
You put on all those stars and stripes
I'm gonna think about you now
When I get drinks and walk to town
The song, it sinks beneath the sound
I'm gonna figure you out
Ah-ooh, hmm
Ah-ooh, hmm
Ah-ooh, hmm
Ah-ooh, hmm
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah-ooh, hmm
Ah-ooh, hmm
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Writer(s): Daniel Bateman
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