• Song:

    Gallery Piece

  • Artist:

    Of Montreal

  • Album:

    Skeletal Lamping

Fm Eb Fm Eb Fm Eb

Fm        Eb      Fm
I want to be your love
          Eb       Fm
I want to make you cry
              Eb           Fm
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

Gbm               Db
I only go all the way
     Eb
This time I'm not pretending
  Ab
I can't take the trash
                        B
Your trashy friends are spreading about us
                Ab
They got like V.D. personalities
                           B
Oh girl, they're so messed up
             G
You see that sculpture on the hill?
                            D      E
That's where she queered me out forever
Db/Eb                 Ebm7                      Bbm
They're monitoring my subconscious massacres, I know
            Ebm                           Db                 Bb
Bringing it closer to the surface so it's easily pervertible

I want to be a beast
I want to make you proud
And play with your head

I want to take you out
Make you feel adored
And buy you everything

I want to hurt you bad
Make you paranoid
And say the sweetest things

I want to help you grow
And for eternity
I want to be your what's happening

What's happening

I see car bombs in your eyes
(clap your hands, clap clap)
(can you sing it?)
I hear angels apologize
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