Of Montreal My Fair Lady
My lady's back at home
Cutting herself and sending me photographs
My lady's back at home
Cutting herself and sending me photographs
She was a friend to me
She was a friend
Back at home
Dismantling our love at the request of other people
Back at home
Dismantling our love, killing it to please other people
She was a friend to me
She was a friend to me
Because you've been so damaged,
I have to give all the love that was meant for you to somebody else
Because you've been so abused,
I have to give all the love that was meant for you to some other girl
She, she caught calamities
I'm embarrassed to admit, it's traumatized me
I'm ashamed to admit, your mind has traumatized me
You were a friend
You were a friend
You were a friend to me
Because you've been so damaged,
I have to give all the love that was meant for you to somebody else
Because you've been so abused,
I have to give all the love that was meant for you to some other girl
Oh won't you come around?
Won't you change?
Not for me, but for you, for yourself
Oh can't you?
Can't you change?
Can't you change?
Can't you change?
Can't you change?
