[Verse 1]
I had a dream that I was Van Gogh
Living like a vandal
In my tiny castle
I painted portraits of a morning
Coffee with my Lord
He's still missing his girl Mary
[Chorus]
Oh, we're talking dirty now
I like it when we move like that
Oh, we're shaping little lies
On the tips of our tongues
Where you at?
Where you at?
[Verse 2]
She fancied herself a Rimbaud
Coming out that swamp slow
Her head up in the cosmos
She's got them absinthe eyes I told you
She's trying to break that mold, fool
I need a little strange fruit
[Chorus]
Oh, we're talking dirty now
I like it when we move like that
Oh, we're shaping little lies
On the tips of our tongues
Where you at?
Where you at?
I had a dream that I was Van Gogh
Living like a vandal
In my tiny castle
I painted portraits of a morning
Coffee with my Lord
He's still missing his girl Mary
[Chorus]
Oh, we're talking dirty now
I like it when we move like that
Oh, we're shaping little lies
On the tips of our tongues
Where you at?
Where you at?
[Verse 2]
She fancied herself a Rimbaud
Coming out that swamp slow
Her head up in the cosmos
She's got them absinthe eyes I told you
She's trying to break that mold, fool
I need a little strange fruit
[Chorus]
Oh, we're talking dirty now
I like it when we move like that
Oh, we're shaping little lies
On the tips of our tongues
Where you at?
Where you at?
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