Your Capricious Soul

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