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Nymphology Lyrics
Nymphology Lyrics

Nymphology Lyrics

Nymphology Song Lyrics

Call me your nymphPraise me for martyr, praise me for sinCall me your museA sprite or an elf you cry to, then use
I will not suffer (ah-ah), cry under covers (ah-ah)I’m not your mother, ah-ah, ah-ah
It’s nymphology, not psychologyBe the manic pixie dream girl that you fuckin’ ought to beDamaged oddity, bought by Sotheby’sAuctioned to a selfish man who thinks that he’s the prophecy
You can’t even spell, but you’re an expert in nymphologyN-Y-M-P-H-O-L-O-G-Y, that’s nymphology
I’m not fiction, I’m not fae, I won’t lick your wounds todayBut I’ll throw you in the ring, gift you with my sufferin’I’m not crazy, I’m not wild, you’re just stupid, little childGet your image off my back, I’ll give you a heart attack
I will not suffer (ah-ah), cry under covers (ah-ah)I’m not your mother, ah-ah, ah-ah
It’s nymphology, not psychologyBe the manic pixie dream girl that you fuckin’ ought to beDamaged oddity, bought by Sotheby’sAuctioned to a selfish man who thinks that he’s the prophecy
You can’t even spell, but you’re an expert in nymphologyN-Y-M-P-H-O-L-O-G-Y, that’s nymphology
Don’t treat me that way, yeahYou’re actin’ like a wanna-beI won’t be ashamed, yeahFor lovin’ you so honestly
You’re in a spell, and it worked, and I’m returnin’ the hurtI’m kickin’ your ass out, flutter my wings while I poutPush your penis into your mouth, I’ll make you choke on your doubtCut you off, watch you die, just a fairy with a knife
It’s nymphology, not psychologyBe the manic pixie dream girl that you fuckin’ ought to beDamaged oddity, bought by Sotheby’sAuctioned to a selfish man who thinks that he’s the prophecy
Call me your nymphYou can’t even spell, but you’re an expert in nymphologyCall me your nymphN-Y-M-P-H-O-L-O-G-Y, that’s nymphology
Diamonds and rubies, the star in all the moviesWears me out, big pockets, I am her favorite locketKeeps them droolin’
The semi-precious stones ain’t as cold and they’re curiousWhere did I get refined, get my cuts and my polishes?I am too many karats for your budget, ask the jewelerYour boyfriend tried me on, wore me out, made him cooler
Like Moldavite or Emeralds from Colombian AndesIt will be the brightest, the brightest green you ever seenAncient and it’s protective, an expensive raritySo rare it is offensive, I think you will agree

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