So, I've been listening to a lot of Of Montreal lately, specially the album Skeletal Lamping, which let me tell you, is a jewel. A little sick perverted jewel that'll raise a brow or two and make you dance and want to become a beautiful dance whore (10 points if you get the reference).

I'm the kind of mannequin that cheats and

Opens its eyes to the ladies of the spread

I feel like an accidental species

Some mutant love child never meant to be

Why is it white girls don't ever have any ideas?

And they don't even know what's on my channel

But that is true for almost everyone, everyone but you

My goat, my crab, my scorpion

You're my icons 'cause you're different, you're different

I love wicked wisdom

We can do it softcore if you want,

but you should know I take it both ways

Why am I so damaged, girl?

I asked your friend if you were available

She answered, not but yes, oh well, oh well, yes and no

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Now, I'm noting the limits of our parabola

To predict the points of thou-shalt-not-return

This inbreeding of ideas is intolerable

I wanna show you off

I wanna tell you lies

I wanna write you books

I don't want to be your man

I just wanna play with you

I need you here, and not here too

how can I explain? I need you here, and not here too

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It's so embarrassing to need someone like I do you

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Things could be different

But they're not.