Of Montreal - Gallery Piece lyrics

rate me

Ow!

Oooh... oooh

I wanna be your love

I wanna make you cry

And sweep you off your feet

I wanna hurt your pride

I wanna slap your face

I wanna paint your nails

I wanna make you scream

I wanna braid your hair

I wanna kiss your friends

I wanna make you laugh

I wanna dress the same

I wanna defend you

I wanna squeeze your thighs

I wanna kiss your eyelids

And corrupt your dreams

I wanna crash your car

I wanna scratch your cheeks

I wanna make you sick

I wanna sell you out

Want to expose your flaws

I wanna steal your things

I wanna show you off

I wanna tell you lies

I wanna write you books

I wanna turn you on

I wanna make you cum

Two hundred times a day

I wanna dry your tears

Every time you're sad

I wanna be your what's happening

I wanna be your only friend

I only go all the way

This time I'm not pretending

I can't take the trash

Your trashy friends are spreading over us

They've got lovely deep personalities

Oh girl, that's so messed up

You see that sculpture on the hill?

That's where she queered me out

Forever

They're monitoring my subconscious massacres, I know, ahh

Bringing it closer to the surface so its easily pervertable, uh-oh

I wanna be a beast

I wanna make you proud

And play with your head

I wanna take you out

Make you feel adored

Buy you everything

I wanna hurt you bad

Make you paranoid

And say the sweetest things

I wanna help you grow

And for eternity

I wanna be your what's happening

What's happening

I see (I see) carbon caramelize

Can you clap your hands?

Clap, clap

Can you clap your hands?

Clap, clap

Oohh, can you sing it?

I hear (I hear) azure actualize