You've come a long way,

Honey,

From those years,

At school,

Mature and lip gloss,

It suits you well.

Can we go out tonight,

To a concert in the park?

I'll come by at nine,

We'll blow and get stoned,

Dance to the garden:

It'll be like the days of old.

The snow will keep us warm.

The Hamptons, honey,

It keeps you young;

Does your husband know?

I'm from another cascade,

Do you want to come along?

Our government is lies,

Come on, honey, say goodbye.

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