I want to be your love
I want to make you cry
And sweep you off your feet
I want to hurt your pride
I want to slap your face
I want to paint your nails
I want to make you scream
I want to braid your hair
I want to kiss your friends
I want to make you laugh
I want to dress the same
I want to defend you
I want to squeeze your thighs
I want to kiss your eyelids
And corrupt your dreams
I want to crash your car
I want to scratch your cheeks
I want to make you sick
I want to sell you out
Want to expose your flaws
I want to steal your things
I want to show you off
I want to tell you lies
I want to write you books
I want to turn you on
I want to make you come
200 times a day
I want to dry your tears
Every time you're sad
I want to be your what's happening
I want to be your only friend
of Montreal
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I should probably be disturbed that that poem reflects my idea of love.
ReplyDeleteYou'd like the song, then. Very catchy, enough that you bop along for a while before thinking "hey...this is a little disturbing".
ReplyDeleteThanks, I'd never heard of Of Montreal and didn't realize it was a song.
ReplyDeleteI definitely need to pul out the one Of Montreal album I have. I think the lyrics work rather well set out in stark black and white. And your wonderfully curated visuals always help.
ReplyDeleteI definitely need to pul out the one Of Montreal album I have. I think the lyrics work rather well set out in stark black and white. And your wonderfully curated visuals always help.
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