Avant Garde Girlfriend

I wanna love you like John loved Yoko
But I'm not sure that I'd settle
With a girl so experimental
It's hard, it's hard
It's a hard
It's hard to be avant garde
All of the time

When you're making soundscapes and reel to reeling
I can't tell you about how I'm feeling
I'm left to do the dishes on my own
While you spend your time screaming into a microphone

I love your art and I love you
It's just your musique concrete is difficult to listen to
I love your eyes and I love your aura
But metal machine music at 2am is where I

Draw the line
Draw the line
Please draw a line
Go back to drawing, draw a line

Line
Draw the line
Please draw a line
Go back to drawing, draw a line

Sure it's better than being alone
But please stop bringing your work home
Where is my razor, for I am unshaven
Oh I see you used it in an art installation

Now, stop screaming
Stop screaming
Stop screaming at the audience
Stop screaming
Stop screaming
When I say I prefer your earlier stuff



Credits
Writer(s): Lewis Young
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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