When you stare at a computer screen.
When you look out a window.
When you stare into a mirror
(You are now rocking with)
Open the window, and the
Doors too, open both
Doors and windows
(Will I Am and Britney Bitch)
Both are a source of movement
A form of transition
Like ladders, and superstitions
Lowering glass so gently onto the ground
(When you hear us in the club)
(You got to turn this shit up)
Making a crashing sound
A kaboom of splintered glass and
Garbage, all mixed nice like a leafy green salad
A carrot and karat, might mean something to us but nothing to
Zoo animals, creatures like
Iguanas, and Icelandic poultry,
No one gives a fuck about an Oxford Coma
Even someone like me, who was in one
(You gotta turn this shit up)
Despite what you hear
Or think you have heard, No one
Truthfully cares about
(I want to scream and shout and let it all out)
Comas, Commas/Carrots, Karats, Iguanas and Icelandic Poultry
Only person who probably does in the whole world is
Me, and maybe Will.I.Am and Brittney Bitch!
(Cause all we aw, we aw we aw, all we aw, we all we aw,)
Yeah…uh huh, keep bangin
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