Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Turntan]
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

[Chorus: All]
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La la la la la, la la
La, la la la la
La la la la la, la la

[Verse 2: Turntan]
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

[Chorus: All]
La, la la la la
La la la la la, la la
La, la la la la
La la la la la, la la

[Bridge: Turntan]
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
[& Stitches]
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

[Outro: Turntan]
La, la la la la
La la la la la, la la
La, la la la la
La la la la la, la la
[& Stitches & Beans]
La, la la la la
La la la la la, la la
La, la la la la
La la la la la, la la