Jonathan Wilson - The Night Josh Tillman Came to Our Apt. lyrics

[Verse 1] Oh, I just love the kind of woman who can walk over a man I mean like a god damn marching band She says, like literally, music is the air she breathes And the malaprops make me want to f**ing scream I wonder if she even knows what that word means Well, it's literally not that [Verse 2] Of the few main things I hate about her, one's her petty, vogue ideas Someone's been told too many times they're beyond their years By every half-wit of distinction she keeps around And now every insufferable convo Features her patiently explaining the cosmos Of which she's in the middle [Bridge] Oh my God, I swear this never happens Lately, I can't stop the wheels from spinning I feel so unconvincing And I fumble with your bu*tons [Verse 3] She blames her excess on my influence but gladly Hoovers all my d** I found her naked with her best friend in the tub We sang "Silent Night" in three parts which was fun Till she said that she sounds just like Sarah Vaughan I hate that soulful affectation white girls put on Why don't you move to the Delta? I obliged later on when you begged me to choke ya