Guggenheim love lyrics

Artist  : Ookla the mok 
Song : Guggenheim love
 
Nothing you have to say could possibly change my
mind
I'm calling your bluff I'm drawing the line
But if you ask me nice you know I'll probably
stay
And listen to you tell me why I should sit here
 while you say
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
blah blah blah
for half an hour
I've heard this all before so I won't listen
anymore
I'm getting tired of all these games
You care much less for me
 than you care about this gallery
At least you don't forget their names
 Damn it all Marc Chagall
 We must rely on protocol
 I don't know what I was thinking of
 Oh man Paul Gaugin
 I try by I can't understand
 What made me fall in Guggenheim love
You can't go to the Guggenheim without me by your
side
You're looking at art I'm along for the ride
You point at every wall and whisper in my ear
"God, that guy is so overrated," but all I ever
hear is
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
blah blah
for half an hour
Stop talking about composition
 or I swear you're gonna need a physician
You and I are never gonna last
I want to smash your face
 every time you mention negative space
Talk about contrast
 Hey hey Claude Monet
 I just don't know quite what to say
 Heaven knows what I was thinking of
 Good grief Georgia O'Keefe
 I come to you beyond belief
 What made me fall in Guggenheim love
You hailed a cab and left and I took the subway
home
I got some peace and quiet now I'm finally alone
But it's like some strange disease
 that takes away my choice
I gotta call you on the telephone
 so I can hear your voice while you say
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
for half an hour
 Damn it all Marc Chagall we must rely on
protocol
 Oh man Paul Gaugin I try but I can't understand
 Hey hey Claude Monet I just don't know what to
say
 Good grief Georgia O'Keefe I come to you beyond
belief
 Oh no Vincent Van Gogh where did all those
Q-Tips go?
 Good golly Salvador Dali
  ding went the bell and clang went the trolley