heavn

Wendy on fairy dust
we close to neverland
her motions close to something
just like them rubberbands
up is the only place that we could ever send it
thank you to Marc Jacobs for sending me to heaven

mirror mirror on the wall baby
life ain't really fair at all baby
feels just like a loaded gun with no safety
your waist moving with the double-time
"mary and kate" me

this a modern love song for second just hear me
had to take some time to feel you out
not to be to be too serious
looking deep into the looking glass
baby if I'm curious
I'm curious

step in this b**** so smooth
I feel like silk
I feel like Michael
look at you for second
feel like tearing off your bridal
leaving holes in the wall
we going mad, we going psycho
this the start of the movie
we ain't got no time for blindfolds

Wendy on fairy dust
we close to neverland
her motions close to something
just like them rubberbands
up is the only place that we could ever send it
thank you to Marc Jacobs for sending me to heaven

mirror mirror on the wall baby
life ain't really fair at all baby
feels just like a loaded gun with no safety
your waist moving with the double-time
"mary and kate" me

no rhyme or reason
think we catching feelings
we might drop the ball
so keep your lock and key in
the sacrifices we make to feel the most of freedom
all these rumors get to our ears
and we just don't believe em

bad for me like candy
bad to me, so fancy
oh you look so classy
with your Heavn handy
oh I know your a menace
that's how we got our friendship
you like to keep me guessing
I never learn my lesson

Wendy on fairy dust
we close to neverland
her motions close to something
just like them rubberbands
up is the only place that we could ever send it
thank you to Marc Jacobs for sending me to heaven

mirror mirror on the wall baby
life ain't really fair at all baby
feels just like a loaded gun with no safety
your waist moving with the double-time
"mary and kate" me

Wendy on fairy dust
we close to neverland
her motions close to something
just like them rubberbands
up is the only place that we could ever send it
thank you to Marc Jacobs for sending me to heaven

mirror mirror on the wall baby
life ain't really fair at all baby
feels just like a loaded gun with no safety
your waist moving with the double-time
"mary and kate" me