Mando Diao – Josephine

Josephine is not your kind
She believes in magic and rhymes
You tried hard to make her fine
But she sleeps with acid

Do her parents know it´s for real
When she asked them to be high
I don´t know
But they sure will be aware of it

She smokes clouds every single night
Should be glad that she´s alive
In her head she sees butterflies with pistols

Josephine is not your kind
She believes in ravers with dimes
You tried hard to see her eyes
But they´re made for others

She runs to the club with some cash
And spends them all on pleasure
In her head there´s some old drug
Taking care of her

Gets the very best of a man
And pays him with a laugh
Don´t you see she is not a mystery

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