of montreal
my fair lady
My lady's back at home Cutting myself and sending me photographs My lady's back at home Cutting myself 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 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? Can't you change? Can't you change? Can't you change? Can't you change? Can't you change?