Lyrics

Severine
i'll bet you're gonna hate this song
You'll think it's all about your name
and that's been done
And though it's true that the rest of you
holds a certain fascination
i admit i find it hard to resist
a little twist in the pronunciation.

Severine, bet you think
this is just for the sake of rhyme.
Were you so cynical at seventeen,
Severine?
On the surface, your songs are stains
choker chains, dragons and flames
On the surface your purpose seems to be
to tell the world "fuck off"
and take the piss out of me.

But somehow i can't help thinkin
that down inside, down inside
way down inside there's a sweet little thing
And she just wants to sing about sunshine
Sing about love that's true
Sing about red balloons in a sky of blue.

Severine
girl, you were bad the other night
maybe not as bad as you wanted to be
but you did alright
Everybody stopped sippin champaign
when you got up and sang
in nothin but your chains - and a boa
made from the feathers of a vulture
and your butt tattooed
with the words "FUCK CULTURE"

Still somehow, somethin tells me
that down inside, down inside
way down inside there's a sweet little thing
And she just wants to sing like an angel
High up in a sky of blue
Somethin sad and beautiful
like a dream that comes true
And it wasn't done in Hollywood
I know because i've seen it too
It was somethin bout some crazy love
Somethin bout a crazy love
Somethin bout a red balloon
in a sky of blue.

Oh Severine,
do you hate my song?
Was i right about you - or was i
just too far gone?
Oh Severine, am i connecting
with anything vaguely true
or am i just projecting
my own trip on you?