Father John Misty - The Night Josh Tillman Came To Our Apartment lyrics

rate me

Oh, I just love the kind of woman who can walk ova a man

I mean like a god damn marchin' band

She says, like literally, music is the air she breathes

And the malaprops make me want to fuckin' scream

I wonder if she even knows what that word means

Well, it's literally not that

Of the few main things I hate about her, one's her petty, vogue ideas

Someone's been told too many times they're beyond their years

By every half-wit of distinction she keeps around

And now every insufferable convo

Features her patiently explainin' the cosmos

Of which she's in the middle

Oh my God, I swear this neva happens

Lately, I can't stop the wheels from spinnin'

I feel so unconvincin'

When I fumble with ur buttons

She blames her excess on my influence but gladly Hoovers all my drugs

I found her naked with the best friend in the tub

We sang 'Silent Night' in three parts which was fun

Till she said that she sounds just like Sarah Vaughan

I hate that soulful affectation white girls put on

Why don't u move to the Delta?

I obliged later on when u begged me to choke ya