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