Our Riotous Defects - Of Montreal
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
Artist: Of Montreal
Title: Our Riotous Defects