Marisa Miller

She had a name like Mary Mil
But her mother called her Judy
Well her hate is still prettier in person
Prettier than words now, prettier than, prettier than me
You could sail beside the world tonight
You're turning into the biggest it all gets
And my head is so light
You're turning into the biggest it all gets
And my head is so light, so, so light
You could sail beside the world tonight
And they were taken, and they would ruin you
Well her hate is prettier in person
Prettier than words now, prettier than me...