Ella Apostate

Ella
Ooh, her name is Ella
Ooh, Ella’s who I’ve always wanted to be
Not the life my parents intended for me
Maybe it’s possible to defy logic
Maybe it’s possible if you look the other way
Maybe it’s possible if we teach our children
Anything’s possible, everything is passable these days
And Ella she walks on tall heels so gracefully through Alexandria
And Ella she glides past windows, jaws dropping every time
Maybe it’s possible if we burn our parents books
Maybe it’s possible to stop buying drugs from crooks
Anything’s possible if you keep an open mind
Anything’s possible, everything is passable these days
And Ella she talks with dignity so comfortably to all the freaks she meets
And Ella she knows with a pinch of luck and due time the world will be in her
big hands
And Ella she asks her mirror, «Truthfully, which face is really mine?»
And Ella she kills her body for the second time tonight