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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Katy Kirby
Vocals
Logan Chung
Guitar
Ross Collier
Omnichord
Austin Arnold
Synthesiser
Corin Dubie
French Horn
Jacob Haymans
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Katy Kirby
Composer
Rowen Merrill
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alberto Sewald
Producer
Logan Chung
Producer
Heba Kadry
Mastering Engineer
Ross Collier
Engineer
Thomas Luminoso
Engineer
Adrian Olsen
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
I am under her heel like Rock Candy
Crushed to glitter, laid out on the concrete
And the happiest kind of sorry for myself
The sweetest little hangover I bet I've ever felt
God, she looks so pretty when she's mad
Straw stabbing the cherry at the bottom of her glass
Blinking back the sugar-water tears I see her nearly crying
Come over here now, honey
Come to me and let me dry them
For tonight
You can decide what you think of me in the morning
Blue raspberry
If the word ends in O-S-E
You know what that means, or you oughta know
The outline of her figure starts to glow
A fluorescence that it seems she has absorbed
From the lights of the laboratory she was surely born in
Blue raspberry
Her eyes burn white as Styrofoam, right into me
She's sugarcane split open, she's a jaw about to sing
But, she's shaking little packets before she pours 'em in her drink
She adds them in an order, it goes yellow, blue, then pink
Suddenly, I can't meet her eyes
I just watch her stir her coffee
Blue raspberry
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Cure me in salt crystal like you're saving me for later
I don't care if whatever you are is found in nature
You hold the patent for that flavor
Blue raspberry
If the word ends in O-S-E
You know what that means, or you oughta know
The outline of her figure starts to glow
A fluorescence that it seems she had absorbed
From the lights of the laboratory she was surely born in
Blue raspberry
Writer(s): Katy Kirby
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