Of Montreal Lyrics
"Gallery Piece"

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