You’re No Magazine

Perfect imperfections
You caught my attention
There are lipstick stains and a gun
In the kitchen
Ain't no smoothness but electric friction
Between your body and the horizon
Your sour frowning caught me in
The sweetest prison

Come as you are baby down in the yard
I wanna love the best and worst of you under mars
Come as you are y'already broke in my heart
What you call imperfections
I do call modern art
Come as you are baby down in the yard
I wanna love the best and worst of you under mars
Come as you are y'already broke in my heart
What you call imperfections
I do call modern art

Ain't no wanna deal with glossy paper
But with each and every thorn of your flower
You're that blossom disorder I love
In my garden of Eden
Only you
Can seduce me
With your unexpectedness
Your flaws got me obsessed
I want you happy, tired, pissed and
Even upset

Come as you are baby down in the yard
I wanna love the best and worst of you under mars
Come as you are y'already broke in my heart
What you call imperfections
I do call modern art
Come as you are baby down in the yard
I wanna love the best and worst of you under mars
Come as you are y'already broke in my heart
What you call imperfections
I do call modern art

You're no magazine
You're no magazine

Come as you are baby down in the yard
I wanna love the best and worst of you under mars
Come as you are y'already broke in my heart
What you call imperfections
I do call modern art
Come as you are baby down in the yard
I wanna love the best and worst of you under mars
Come as you are y'already broke in my heart
What you call imperfections
I do call modern art



Credits
Writer(s): Oliver Egloff, Egloff Oliver
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