February 15, 2009

Of Montreal: Gallery Piece / from the Adam show

I want to be your love, I want to make you cry, 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 cum 200 times a day, I want to dry your tears, Every time you're sad, I want to be what's happening, I want to 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 about us, They got like V.D. 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, Bringing it closer to the surface so it's easily pervertable, 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