F BbF C Gm Oh I just love the kind of woman who can walk over a manBb F Gm I mean like a goddamn marching bandEb Bb Dm Gm She says, "Like, literally" music is the air she breathesC Gm Dm And the malaprops make me wanna fucking screamC Gm Dm I wonder if she even knows what that word meansA Dm Well it's literally not thatF Bb Oooh, oooohF Bb Dm Gm Of the few main things I hate about her one's her petty vogue idealsAm Gm Bb Gm Someone's been told too many times they're beyond their yearsEb Bb F Gm By every half-wit of distinction she keeps aroundC Dm And now every insufferable convoC Dm Features her patiently explaining the cosmosBb Dm Of which she is in the middleBb Dm Gm Oh my god, I swear this never happensBb Dm Gm Lately I can't stop the wheels from spinningBb F Gm I feel so unconvincingBb F Gm C When I fumble with your buttonsF OoohF Bb F Bb F Gm She blames her excess on my influence but gladly hoovers all my drugsBb F Gm I found her naked with her best friend in the tubEb Bb Gm We sang silent night in three parts, which was funC Dm Til she said that she sounds just like Sarah VaughnC Gm Dm I hate that soulful affectation white girls put onA Dm Why don't you move to the deltaBb Gm Dm A Bb I obliged later on when you begged me to choke you
The Night Josh Tillman Came To Our Apartment
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