Poems Lyrics - Hippo Campus

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 

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La, la la la la 

La la la la la, la la 

La, la la la la 

La la la la la, la la 

 

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 a 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 witch from design 

You really fucked with me 

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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