Holly

Holly likes the local color Six of one is half a dozen of the other I've seen her Walking home alone Lookin' at her phone Missing curbs Without Without Without the net she thinks is under her Oh, boom Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom If nights are dead in the Gold Room You could always take a swerving drive, well When you hear the shots They come two, three at a time Friends say "Those are other lives Certainly not mine Certainly not mine" Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom Boom, boom, boom Oh, it's all right I say, it's all right Holly Holly Well Whoo Yeah Holly likes Holly likes