Furniture - Owen Pallett

Try, try, try to arrange me

But there’s no romance in my blood

Try, try, you’ll never persuade me

My only tears fall with the rain

My father had a dozen wives

And a child by every one

I am from about, umm, number five

So don’t expect me to stay with anyone

Try, try, try to arrange me

But there’s no romance in my blood

Try, try, you’ll never persuade me

My only tears fall with the rain

My mother never takes a break

From her pining after furniture

Every moment on her feet is torture

And I share her love of wine and cake

And taking advantage of amateurs