paroles de chanson The Night Josh Tillman Came to Our Apartment - Father John Misty
Oh, I just love the kind of woman who can walk over a man
I mean like a god damn marching 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 explaining the cosmos
Of which she′s in the middle
Oh my God, I swear this never happens
Lately, I can′t stop the wheels from spinnin'
I feel so unconvincin′
And I fumble with her buttons
She blames her excess on my influence but gladly Hoovers all my drugs
I found her naked with her best friend in the tub
We sang "Silent Night" in three parts which was fun
'Til she said that she sounds just like Sarah Vaughan
I hate that soulful affectation white girls put on
Why don′t you move to the Delta?
I obliged later on when you begged me to choke ya
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