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Hope your socks are on real tight
This one is about to be like
No brakes in San Francisco, baby
You said the cure for daily strife
Was to shake my hips as if I
Was Shakira on lots of cocaine
I took one jazz class—that's a lie
It was jazz history, sometimes
I like to make myself seem wiser
When every day's an awesome day
Walking with 45 pound weights
I think of you to make things—liar
Every one should try out therapy
Ah, nah. Just get straight to the
Family on a farm in Labyrinth, baby
So, that's what I'll do
I'll be the next Mrs. Knowles Carter
I'll finally sober-up, my dudes
I'll win the lotto and become a farmer
