Boiled Sweet

It feels like a fire on my tongue
It seems like daylight with no sun
It feels like a voice with no sound
It seems like a joke from a sad clown

Never mind, she’s a Marla
Boiled sweet, boiled sweet

She looks like a dirty glass of chilled sancerre
She sounds like an angel with mauve hair
She looks like an example of graffiti
She sounds like a sample of serenity

Never mind, she’s a Marla
Boiled sweet, boiled sweet…

For all the faith in a friend
Her birthday wish is to forget
She’ll never leave behind her strife
She’ll never lead a normal life

Never mind, she’s a Marla
Boiled sweet, boiled sweet….