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Mango Video (MV)




Performed By: Darcie
Length: 3:17
Written by: Tom Donaldson, Zigi Porter




Darcie - Mango Lyrics




If I set the house on fire I wouldn't leave
I'd sit and let my bones bubble with me
Black creeping lug lung
Too deep
Too cold on my teeth
Nape of my neck
Fold my skin into my flesh
Hold my hands up to my head

If I lost my leg would you still love me
Just a mass underneath
What if we were
All painted blue
Could you see the
Difference between me, me and you
Twist my head on like a bottle cap
You're a tropicana juice tap

I feel like time is custard
Outwards imploding brush us
I feel like time is custard
You'll have the Mango and your brain will fall out

There's too much pressure behind my eyes
Is it worth it's completely fine
Peeling us separate pulls my insides
Your heads on backwards
Your heads on backwards

If you were a fish what would you be
I'd flush you down the toilet seats
Dripping down my chin
Leaked a touch
This bed will fold up
Swallow me I'll sink into a pit
Doughy residue sticks to every lip

You'll lick my soul out from my ears
Climb inside goo-less orifice
Duct taped together (Mango mango mango)
Crustacean weather (Mango mango mango)
Picture me inside a wooden bowl
Peak at me wind skinned flashed mould

I will burp in your face
There's too much pressure behind my eyes
Is it worth it's completely fine
Peeling us separate pulls my insides
Your heads on backwards
Your heads on backwards

There's too much pressure behind my eyes
Is it worth it's completely fine
Peeling us separate pulls my insides
Your heads on backwards
Your heads on backwards
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If I set the house on fire I wouldn't leave
I'd sit and let my bones bubble with me
Black creeping lug lung
Too deep
Too cold on my teeth
Nape of my neck
Fold my skin into my flesh
Hold my hands up to my head

If I lost my leg would you still love me
Just a mass underneath
What if we were
All painted blue
Could you see the
Difference between me, me and you
Twist my head on like a bottle cap
You're a tropicana juice tap

I feel like time is custard
Outwards imploding brush us
I feel like time is custard
You'll have the Mango and your brain will fall out

There's too much pressure behind my eyes
Is it worth it's completely fine
Peeling us separate pulls my insides
Your heads on backwards
Your heads on backwards

If you were a fish what would you be
I'd flush you down the toilet seats
Dripping down my chin
Leaked a touch
This bed will fold up
Swallow me I'll sink into a pit
Doughy residue sticks to every lip

You'll lick my soul out from my ears
Climb inside goo-less orifice
Duct taped together (Mango mango mango)
Crustacean weather (Mango mango mango)
Picture me inside a wooden bowl
Peak at me wind skinned flashed mould

I will burp in your face
There's too much pressure behind my eyes
Is it worth it's completely fine
Peeling us separate pulls my insides
Your heads on backwards
Your heads on backwards

There's too much pressure behind my eyes
Is it worth it's completely fine
Peeling us separate pulls my insides
Your heads on backwards
Your heads on backwards
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Writer: Tom Donaldson, Zigi Porter
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