This song is called Giselle.
It's about the kind of girls
who, you know, carry switchblades and are very well
Giselle is the girl with the scar
The girl with the tongue of thorns
I think not, cause she's one
So cast your pennies in her wishing well
just hope you live to tell,
though many may be the number
none cracked it like Giselle,
none cracked it like Giselle,
none cracked it like Giselle,
none cracked it like Giselle.
Giselle has a flower that blooms,
supported directly from her hair
She does coke in front of your mom
So cast your last and do her wishing well
Just hope you live to tell
Though many may be the number
None cracked it like yourself
None cracked it like yourself
None cracked it like yourself
None cracked it like yourself
Terribly rude to waiters,
quite fond of stiff betas,
she drops acid and goes to the opera.
Her cat has a personal chef.
Her dog wears a dead mink sweater.
Her rabbit won't post for hemp.
Giselle is the cross and the nails
and the crown and the thieves.
She howls at the streetlights
and dances whenever she pleases.
Giselle is the bell of the
while aspiring for the Russians
Headed straight to the stage
in an East Village cellar
A transgender rendering of Helen Keller
And cast your fish into her wishing well
And hope you live to tell
Just hope you live to tell
Though many may be the number
None cracked it like Giselle
None cracked it like Giselle Nun
cracked it like Giselle Nun
cracked it like Giselle Nun
cracked it like Giselle Nun
cracked it like Giselle Nun
cracked it like Giselle Nun
cracked it like Giselle Nun
cracked it like Giselle Nun
cracked it like Giselle Nun
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