Lacy sing and play along

Lac y, oh,

Lac y, I'm skin like puff pas try,

aren't you the sweet est thing on this side of hell.

Dear an gel Lac y,

eyes white as dai sies,

did I ev er tell you that I'm not do ing well?

Oh, I care, I care, I care.

Like per fume that you wear,

I lin ger all the time,

You watch ing, hid den, in plain sight.

Oh, I try, I try, I try,

but it takes o ver my life.

I see you ev 'ry where,

the sweet est tor ture one could bear.

like you're made of an

gel dust.

Ah,

Ah.

Oh, oh, ah.

Lac y, oh, Lac y, it's like you're out to get me.

You poi son ev 'ry lit tle thing that I do.

Lac y, oh, Lac y, I just loathe you late ly.

And I de spise my jeal ous eyes,

and how hard they fell for you.

Yeah, I de spise my rot ten mind and how much it wor ships you.