Peacock Parasols - Of Montreal

Oh, I woke up in Divarrje
Pledging P.P. icicles and Lamar
I don't even know
Heard about my love for fairy Coquelicot
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, I made crepes for P.P. sleep
He's in the astronomer naming a few beds that aren't far
Persuading him to sleep his dreams in jars
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Plumy plum drops of pear shaped rain
And tear drops dripping pastly from peacock parasols
That obcure the mad procession

Oh, oh, oh
I modeled hoops of glass to console P.P.
Who buried his hands
But can't remember when
Even if he wears his hair like then
Oh, oh, oh

Is that Coquelicot?
Peering through the poppies?
Peeping through the poppies?
Oh, oh, oh, Coquelicot, Coquelicot

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