The Night Josh Tillman Came To Our Apartment Lyrics - Live At Rough Trade - Father John Misty

Oh, I just love the kind of woman who can walk over a man 

I mean like a god damn marching band 

She says, like literally, music is the air she breathes 

And the malaprops make me want to fuckin' scream 

I wonder if she even knows what that word means 

Well, it's literally not that 

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 

Oh my God, I swear this never happens 

Lately, I can't stop the wheels from spinnin' 

I feel so unconvincin' 

And I fumble with her buttons 

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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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