of Montreal – Fire Integrity

Let me invent feelings for you
Let me invent feelings for you
Beauty glued to you
On a steady tray
If I had shown up later
You'd've been my waitress
Smile, it must've been obvious
I couldn't keep my brown eyes away
It sounds stupid
Purple lipstick and dark wavy hair

Let me invent feelings for you
Let me invent feelings for you
Fat, deep black coffee mat
Soup and salad bar
Me with my clean cut hairdo
I'd like to hear your name come out of my mouth
Please, e-l-e-peach-n-o-e number
I'd like for you to show me where that theatre is

I don't have much self-confidence
I know that it's just not gonna happen