We Don't Talk About Moca!
"We Don't Talk About Moca" is a song that is sung by Lollipop and Tennis Ball, alongside their children Golf Ball and Miss Scary as they warn SparkleHeart not to mention her former friend Moca Aoba, who has the gift of telling prophecy.
Lollipop:
We don't talk about Moca, no, no, no!
We don't talk about Moca, but
It was my wedding day
Tennis Ball:
It was our wedding day
Lollipop:
We were getting ready
And there wasn't a cloud in the sky
Tennis Ball:
No clouds allowed in the sky!
Lollipop:
Moca walks in
With a mischievous grin
Tennis Ball:
Thunder!
Lollipop:
Are you telling this story or am I?
Tennis Ball:
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Lollipop:
Moca says, "It looks like rain"
Tennis Ball:
Why did she tell us?!
Lollipop:
In doing so, she floods my brain
Tennis Ball:
Monika, get the umbrellas
Lollipop:
Married in a hurricane
Tennis Ball:
What a joyous day
But, anyway
Both:
We don't talk about Moca, no, no, no!
We don't talk about Moca
Golf Ball:
Hey!
Grew to live in fear of Moca stuttering or stumbling
I can always hear her sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate her with the sound of falling sand
Ch, ch, ch
It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling
Always left Monika and the family fumbling
Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
Miss Scary:
A seven-foot frame
Rats along her back
When she calls your name
It all fades to black
Yeah, she sees your dreams
And feasts on your screams (Hey!)
All:
We don't talk about Moca, no, no, no!
(We don't talk about Moca, no, no!)
All:
We don't talk about Moca
(We don't talk about Moca!)
Leafy:
She told me my life would die
The next day, dead! (No, no!)
Bubble:
She told me I'd grow a gut!
And just like she said (No, no!)
Balloony:
She said that all my string would disappear
Now look at my body (No, no!/Hey!)
All:
Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read!
Miss Daredevil:
She told me that the life of my dreams
Would be promised and someday be mine
She told me that my power would grow
Like the grapes that thrive on the vine
Monika:
Miss Daredevil, Miss Naughty's on her way
Golf Ball:
She told me that the woman of my dreams
Would be just out of reach
Betrothed to another
Golf Ball:
It's like I hear her now
Miss Daredevil:
Hey Heart,
I want not a sound out of you
(It's like I can hear her now)
Golf Ball:
I can hear her now!
SparkleHeart:
Um, Moca
Yeah, about that Moca
I really need to know about Moca
Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Moca!
Miss Scary:
Miss Daredevil, Miss Naughty's here! (Ahaha!)
All:
Time for dinner!
Monika:
Miss Daredevil, Miss Naughty's on her way
All:
Hey! She's here!
Don't talk about Moca, no!
SparkleHeart:
Why did I talk about Moca?!
All:
Not a word about Moca!
SparkleHeart:
I never should've brought up Moca!
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