Of Montreal - Our Riotous Defects lyrics

You are such a crazy girl And I don't know why I even tried to make you love me I want it babe but you are just a Crazy girl you are such a crazy girl and I don't why I even try to help you When I first met you at that al-anon meeting 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 f**ed, 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) Your a** is crazy girl 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 k**ed 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 Well... I think you're crazy girl, you are so crazy girl And i don't know why I even try to make 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 f**ed up Janelle Monae: My frame works in constant confusion I can't peel away the flowers of this psychic disturbance And our riotous defects