The Night Josh Tillman Came to Our Apt.

Father John Misty - Rock, Folk Rock
The Night Josh Tillman Came to Our Apt.
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Duration: 3:36
Lyrics
[Verse 1] Oh, I just love the kind of woman who can walk over a man And I mean like a goddamn marching band She says, like, literally, music is the air she breathes And the malaprops make me wanna fucking 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 spinnin' I feel so unconvincin' When I fumble with your buttons [Verse 3] She blames her excess on my influence But gladly hoovers all my drugs I found her naked with her best friend in the tub We sang "Silent Night" in three parts which was fun 'Til 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
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- Father John Misty