Though she calls me hopeless Well she calls me nonetheless She's as helpless as the mistress Lying in her bed undressed She sang (La, La, La, La) She cries (La, La, La, La) Coraline (La, La, La, La) She's mine (La, La, La, La) She's got a romance made of mystery I've got a heartache trying to kill me I'm half blind but what I do see Ain't what she wants or what it could be Coraline's goona fill her cup Coraline get a little mixed up Coraline ain't that love Coraline I see the pages named and numbered And toward the back their torn asunder Don't know what kind of spell I'm under Until the end I'll have to wonder