Lyrics Sophie Calle Private Game/Every Person Is A Pussy, Every Pussy Is A Star! - Of Montreal

Sophie Calle Private Game/Every Person Is A Pussy, Every Pussy Is A Star!

Waking up to your compliment makes suicide sex-positive
It’s good for us depressives to keep someone else alive
There’s hatred at the window
Try not to be distracted
We’re two subjective cameras, blinking truths at each other
It’s not an act of aggression, it’s getting to know you
And my tea leaves predicted an April 2nd lover
Now I marvel at the find of you
And it’s very very kind of you
To shake my kitchen into breaking the vow
Cause I believe in you somehow
Take this too far so we can see if it is far enough
I should move slower but the last year has been kind of rough
Our pasts are checkered, I don’t care about that kind of stuff
I have to trust the optics of you
(Never make you feel a contact low)
I was looking at you thinking «fuck, I’ve fallen in love»
I want to study you like a Sophie Calle private game
You’re eyes are citrine cause you’re goals
They’d be fierce if you were cruel
They’d be cruel if you were nice
But not that into us
I’m feeling less ugly now, like you beautify me
Like being in your vision brings people benedictions
Now I’m awful very fond of you
And I hope you’re not the kind of you
That makes me suspicious
I am feeling superstitious
My wanting you is so vicious
Let’s take this too far so we can see if it is far enough
I should move slower but the last year has been kind of rough
Our pasts are checkered, I don’t care about that kind of stuff
I have to trust the optics of you
Take this too far so we can see if it is far enough
I should move slower but the last year has been kind of rough
Our pasts are checkered, I don’t care about that kind of stuff
I have to trust the optics of you
(It's the time to hurt like habit)
Got to protect you from the ways that evil says «I love you»
Every time you take a breath, the simulation’s breathing too
Got to protect you from the ways that evil says «I love you»
Every time you take a breath, the simulation’s breathing too
You read Sappho beating her deep sea drum
You whispered «don't be vulgar"while I was making you cum
It’s high contact (it's high contact)…
We stayed up past the dawn watching early Almodóvar
Every person is a pussy, every pussy is a star
It’s high contact (it's high contact)…
Trying to protect you from the ways that evil says «I love you»…