Artista: Beach House
  Canción: Master Of None

You always go to the parties
To pluck the feathers off all the birds
On your knees
I will not beg you beast
I want your picture, but not yours
I know they want it
But there’s no firsts
On your own
I cannot count you all

We want our heads too much
We know the reasons but such and such
On your own
I will not let your arm go

We run our fingers together
You know it’s easy the devil’s plan
On your own
You cannot call me your own

Chocolate entrees
Master of none
Crying all the time
Cuz I’m not having fun

You always want to be forgiven
The devil does what you ask of him
On your knees
You cannot, you’re the beast