Y the Quale and Vaguely Bird Noisily Enjoying Their Forbidden Tryst - Of Montreal

Be a German shepherd on the moon for you baby

Be a granulated spoon

For you baby

I’d be a camper in a photograph for you

Then when the sun has set

Romantic times have passed

And our conversations are a bore

I’ll become a different man

So you can get to know me again

I’d be a rubber banded flute for you baby

Be an union parachute for you baby

Be a baby that’s a mute for you baby

I’d be an insecurity in a Tibetan’s head for you

Then when the sun has set

Romantic times have passed

And our conversations are a chore

I’ll become a different man

So you can get to know me again

I’d be a uniform on an imbecile for you

If you want me to die trying I will die to please you

I’d be a pepper minted rook for you baby

Be an unhappy organ donor’s book for you baby

Be a straw covered in scum and gook for you baby

I’d be a wrestler in a tuxedo shirt for you

I’d be an antacid with a brown wig on for you