OF MONTREAL LYRICS



"Our Riotous Defects"



(feat. Janelle Monáe)



You are such a crazy girl



And I don't know why I even tried to make you love me



I want it babe but you are just a



Crazy girl you are such a crazy girl and I don't why



I even try to help you



When I first met you at that al-anon meeting



You made that reference to "All Your Goodies Are Gone"



And even sang a verse, I was amazed how husky your singing voice was.



I wanted to talk to you so badly but I didn't know how to come on because



You've got that kind of beauty that makes people nervous



I know it's f**ked, but before we got together I even hooked up with one of your cousins



Just to feel somehow closer to you



Because I knew like you guys were best friends and you talked everyday



And it was thrilling to touch something that had touched you.



In my head you were like this goddess, but, in fact, you're just a



Crazy girl



You're just a crazy girl



I don't know why I even try



To understand you (can't stand you)



Your ass is crazy girl



You are so crazy girl



And I don't know why I even try



To relate to you (can't wait for you, it's too late for you)



My god I should have realized, on our second date



When you dragged me into the bathroom at Tanika's house



And screamed at me for like twenty minutes



Cause I had contradicted you in front of your friends,



I was like "oh"



And then later that night at my apartment



As punishment you killed my beta fish



Just threw it out the window



I did everything I could to make you happy



I participated in all your protests,



Supported your stupid little blog,



Got a Bowflex, wore colored contacts to match your dresses,



Whatever your eyes caught I bought,



Still we fought



Like Ike and Tina but in reverse



Cause you're so crazy girl



You're just too crazy girl



And I don't know why I even try to understand you



Well... I think you're crazy girl, you are so crazy girl



And I don't know why I even try to make sense of you



Oh tell me why,



Someone tell me why my heart's real weird for you still



I was like crazy fan over you



Like I'm all star struck over you



Like I'm getting handcuffed over you



Now it's only f**ked up



[Janelle Monáe:]



My frame works in constant confusion



I can't peel away the flowers of this psychic disturbance



And our riotous defects