Lyrics
Honey's got, got, got a new feeling
Honey peeled herself off the ceiling
Because god, god, god is revealing —
How to serve your body
How to serve your mind
Searching your capricious soul
So you post, post, post on the weekend
And you pretend you're a seeker
When they all come loving and looking
You are writing a tell-all
Tell-all, sugar—
You are leaving nothing out
Godspeed baby, blessings
Gob-smacked baby, and this
Party's in your honor— pass
Your mother's worried
Is this in your favor?
And your pastor's crying
And the birds are dying
Or they might as well be (they might as well be)
Now the papers calling
And the photos flashing
And the fashion's changing
Fast
Yeah the papers calling
And the photos flashing
And the fashion's changing,
Fast