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Vampire Weekend
Lyrics
Vampire Weekend - A-Punk
Vampire Weekend - Cape
Cod Kwassa Kwassa
Vampire Weekend - Oxford
Comma
Vampire Weekend
- A-Punk
As a young girl
Louis Vuitton
With your mother
On a sandy lawn
As a sophomore
With reggaeton
And the linens
You're sitting on
Is your bed made?
Is your sweater on?
Do you want to
Like you know I do
But this feels so unnatural
Peter Gabriel too
Can you stay up
To see the dawn
In the colors
Of Bennetton?
Is your bed made
Is your sweater on
Do you want to
Like you know I do
But this feels so unnatural
Peter Gabriel too
Is your bed made
Is your sweater on
Do you want to
Like you know I do
Vampire Weekend
- Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa
Johanna drove slowly into
the city
The Hudson River all filled
with snow
She spied the ring on His
Honor's finger
Oh-oh-oh
A thousand years in one piece
of silver
She took it from his lilywhite
hand
Showed no fear – she'd seen
the thing
In the Young Men's Wing
at Sloan-Kettering
CHORUS:
Look outside at the raincoats
coming, say OH
His Honor drove southward
seeking exotica
Down to the Pueblo huts
of New Mexico
Cut his teeth on turquoise
harmonicas
Oh-oh-oh
I saw Johanna down in the
subway
She took an apartment in
Washington Heights
Half of the ring lies here
with me
But the other half's at
the bottom of the sea
CHORUS
Vampire Weekend
- Oxford Comma
Who gives a fuck about an
Oxford comma?
I've seen those English
dramas too
They're cruel
So if there's any other
way
To spell the word
It's fine with me, with
me
Why would you speak to me
that way
Especially when I always
said that I
Haven't got the words for
you
All your diction dripping
with disdain
Through the pain
I always tell the truth
Who gives a fuck about an
Oxford comma?
I climbed to Dharamsala
too
I did
I met the highest lama
His accent sounded fine
to me, to me
Check your handbook
It's no trick
Take the chapstick
Put it on your lips
Crack a smile
Adjust my tie
Know your boyfriend, unlike
other guys
Why would you lie about how
much coal you have?
Why would you lie about
something dumb like that?
Why would you lie about
anything at all?
First the window, then it's
to the wall
Lil' Jon, he always tells
the truth
Check your passport
It's no trick
Take the chapstick
Put it on your lips
Crack a smile
Adjust my tie
Know your butler, unlike
other guys
Why would you lie about
how much coal you have?
Why would you lie about
something dumb like that?
Why would you lie about
anything at all?
First the window, then it's
through the wall
Why would you tape my conversations?
Show your paintings
At the United Nations
Lil' Jon, he always tells
the truth
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