Of Montreal - Gallery Piece lyrics

I wanna be your love I wanna make you cry And sweep you off your feet I wanna hurt your pride I wanna slap your face I wanna paint your nails I wanna make you you scream I wanna braid your hair I wanna kiss your friends I wanna make you laugh I wanna dress the same I wanna defend you I wanna squeeze your thighs I wanna kiss your eyelids And corrupt your dreams I wanna crash your car I wanna scratch your cheeks I wanna make you sick I wanna sell you out Want to expose your flaws I wanna steal your things I wanna show you off I wanna tell you lies I wanna write you books I wanna turn you on I wanna make you cum Two-hundred times a day I wanna dry your tears Every time you're sad I wanna be your what's happening I wanna 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've 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 ma**acres I know Bringing it closer to the surface so it's easily pervertible 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 I see car bombs in your eyes (Can you clap your hands?) (Clap-clap!) (Can you clap your hands?) (Clap-clap!) Oooooohhh! Can you sing it? I hear angels apologize