Teksty: Of Montreal. False Priest. Coquet Coquette.

Coquet coquette, you know I won't forget
How you kissed me strange to prove you were mythical
My coquet, you used my voice as your ugly vehicle
Coquet coquette, you know I won't forget
How you hurt me twice to prove you were cynical
My Coquet, you are the death, you are the pinnacle

With you I can only see my black-light constellations
And other shit I don't think I have the language to say
I don't want to catch you with some other guy's face under your eyelids
Something must be wrong, you give me emotional artifacts that can find no purchase

Coquet coquette, you know I won't forget
How you sold me out to prove you were typical
My coquet, you're Herculean, you are so miserable
Coquet coquette, you know I won't forget
How you made me cry to prove I was beautiful
My coquet, my teenage lust for you is so pitiful

With you I can only see my black-light constellations
And other shit I don't think I have the language to say
I don't want to catch you with some other guy's face under your eyelids
Something must be wrong, you give me emotional artifacts that can find no purchase

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