paroles de chanson Our Riotous Defects - feat. Janelle Monáe - of Montreal feat. Janelle Monáe
You
are
such
a
crazy
girl
You
are
such
a
crazy
girl
And
I
don't
know
why
I
even
tried
to
make
you
love
me
I
want
it,
babe
You
are
just
a
crazy
girl
You
are
so
crazy
girl
I
don't
know
why
I
even
try
to
help
you
Can't
help
you,
can't
help
you
When
I
first
met
you
at
that
Al
Anon
meeting
And
you
made
that
reference
to
"All
your
goodies
are
gone"
And
even
sang
a
verse
I
was
amazed
how
husky
your
singing
voice
was
I
wanted
to
talk
to
you
so
badly
But
I
didn't
know
how
to
come
on
Because
you've
got
that
kind
of
beauty
That
makes
people
nervous
I
know
it's
fucked
But
before
we
got
together
I
even
hooked
up
with
one
of
your
cousins
Just
to
feel
somehow
closer
to
you
Because
I
knew,
like,
you
guys
were
best
friends
And
you
talked
everyday
And
it
was
thrilling
to
touch
something
That
had
touched
you
In
my
head
you
were
like
this
goddess
But
in
fact,
you're
just
a
Crazy
girl,
you're
just
a
crazy
girl
I
don't
know
why
I
even
try
to
understand
you
Can't
stand
you,
can't
stand
you
Your
ass
is
crazy,
girl
Yeah,
you
are
so
crazy,
girl
And
I
don't
know
why
I
even
try
to
relate
to
you
Can't
wait
for
you,
it's
too
late
for
you
My
God,
I
should
have
realized,
on
our
second
date
When
you
dragged
me
into
the
bathroom
at
Tanika's
house
And
screamed
at
me
for
like
twenty
minutes
'Cause
I
had
contradicted
you
in
front
of
your
friends
I
was
like,
"Oh"
And
then
later
that
night
at
my
apartment
As
punishment
you
killed
my
beta
fish
Just
threw
it
out
the
window
I
did
everything
I
could
to
make
you
happy
I
participated
in
all
your
protests
Supported
your
stupid
little
blog,
got
a
Bowflex
Wore
colored
contacts
to
match
your
dresses
Whatever
your
eyes
caught,
I
bought
Still
we
fought
like
Ike
and
Tina
but
in
reverse
'Cause
you're
so
crazy,
girl
You're
just
too
crazy,
girl
And
I
don't
know
why
I
even
try
to
understand
you
No,
no
Well,
I
think
you're
crazy,
girl,
yeah,
you
are
so
crazy,
girl
And
I
don't
know
why
I
even
try
to
make
sense
of
you
Sense
of
you,
sense
of
you,
oh,
tell
me
why
Someone
tell
me
why
my
heart's
real
weird
for
you
still
I
was
like
crazy
fan
over
you
Like
I'm
all
star
struck
over
you
Like
I'm
getting
handcuffed
over
you
(Now
it's
only
fucked
up)
My
frame
works
in
constant
confusion
I
can't
peel
away
the
flowers
of
this
psychic
disturbance
And
our
riotous
defects
Snowflakes,
snow,
snowflakes
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