Of Montreal

Lover face, I'll do you as the 
Revolver introduced in my play, act one 
Lover face, want to make you ejaculate 
Until it's no longer fun 

I confess to really being quite charmed 
By your feminine effects 
You're the only one 
With whom I would role play Oedipus Rex 

I want you to be my pleasure puss 
I want to know what it's like to be inside you 
I want you to be my pleasure puss 
I want to know how it feels 
Want to give you that ou ou la la ou la la 

Lover face, how your ass is pumping 
Sweet licentious songs. lover face 
You're a scandal, your body is so wrong, wrong 

Bless my lips with your Sunlandic kisses. 
While our hands explore each other's human vessels 
Whoa, you know, like four excited spiders 

I want you to be my pleasure puss 
I want to know what it's like to be inside you 
I want you to be my pleasure puss 
I want to know how it feels 
Want to give you that ou ou la la, ou la la. 

You gave me such a rush 
Make my whole body blush 
I don't care if they say you're just my crutch 
I know you're not 
You're the only good thing I've got 

Everything's so much more complicated 
Over the phone 

You are such a star, oh, you know you are 
I just once looked through today 
Had the mind to call your name, internally 
Through my seventh sense that's hallucinating 
Anyway we're artifacts of demigodly zero logic denizens 

I just came in your arms tonight. 
You and I are friends, not some polemic 
To be puzzled over, listened 
They set my wings so randomly 
When you're dead I'll search for you like Orpheus 
I'll find you, some way 

You are such a star, oh, you know you are 
I'll tell you one thing 
I know you want my kisses in your narcissistic collapse 
Because it's so painful when they amputate the taygog 

See all the prison corpses lined up along beach 
They're ringing the bells of the church to drive everybody insane 
As the patina lives the tawdy mountain stallion on its water on the shore 

I can't get off of these moving lights off the face 
No, I can't get all those little moving lights off the face 
So I went out to the country, sat down on some straw 

But I'm not putting out for God tonight 
I'm not putting out for God would kill my legs shut, shut 
It's a mistake lighting little white candles to make him love you 
Oh, he's cold by any city's standards 

They want to turn you down 
Dismissed 
How 'bout if all you children and Tayshuns 
No 
Ha 
Stop 

You know The Northern Lights, they don't forget about you (they don't) 
Goddamn concierge 
General 
Reincarnation 
I think I can do it myself 
Just trying to get help here