Guggenheim Love Lyrics - Singles - Ookla The Mok

Nothing you have to say could possibly change my mind 

I'm calling your bluff I'm drawing the line 

But if you ask me nice you know I'll probably stay 

And listen to you tell me why I should sit here 

while you say 

Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah 

blah blah blah 

for half an hour 

I've heard this all before so I won't listen anymore 

I'm getting tired of all these games 

You care much less for me 

than you care about this gallery 

At least you don't forget their names 

Damn it all Marc Chagall 

We must rely on protocol 

I don't know what I was thinking of 

Oh man Paul Gaugin 

I try by I can't understand 

What made me fall in Guggenheim love 

You can't go to the Guggenheim without me by your side 

You're looking at art I'm along for the ride 

You point at every wall and whisper in my ear 

"God, that guy is so overrated," but all I ever hear is 

Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah 

blah blah 

for half an hour 

Stop talking about composition 

or I swear you're gonna need a physician 

You and I are never gonna last 

I want to smash your face 

every time you mention negative space 

Talk about contrast 

Hey hey Claude Monet 

I just don't know quite what to say 

Heaven knows what I was thinking of 

Good grief Georgia O'Keefe 

I come to you beyond belief 

What made me fall in Guggenheim love 

You hailed a cab and left and I took the subway home 

I got some peace and quiet now I'm finally alone 

But it's like some strange disease 

that takes away my choice 

I gotta call you on the telephone 

so I can hear your voice while you say 

Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah 

for half an hour 

Damn it all Marc Chagall we must rely on protocol 

Oh man Paul Gaugin I try but I can't understand 

Hey hey Claude Monet I just don't know what to say 

Good grief Georgia O'Keefe I come to you beyond belief 

Oh no Vincent Van Gogh where did all those Q-Tips go? 

Good golly Salvador Dali 

ding went the bell and clang went the trolley