When I speak you listen, got something to say
Don't speak over me, no, sounding' ugly
No recollection of the past hour
Yeah, got you sittin' pretty, west-facing flower
Bring me my limousine, no
Don't you dare
I'm not afraid of you, no
Load up my magazine, now
Don't be scared
You've only had a few
Chatting teeth and spinning heads due to
A chronic fear of chemical abuse
Honesty is best when it comes to you
The company's policy covers that area too