Of Montreal - Gallery Piece Lyrics

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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

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lyrics submitted by SarahBeara on 19-11-2008