me and Missy is so very busy busy making money

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feeling cranky

listening ima robot, greenback boogie

See the money wanna stay, for your meal
Get another piece of pie, for your wife
Everybody wanna know, how it feel
Everybody wanna see, what it's like

Baby wanna be a queen, well alright
We all deserve the finer things, in this life

So working on a little job, in the night
It's forty dollars an hour when I, see the light
The boss say you got a little time, and oh my
He'll be working in a small box, till he die

Me, I gotta be free, all my life
I want a little cream cheese, in my pie

Alright...

Yeah! I'll step back, while you go dance
The greenback boogie
Mother f*ing boogie

Now I'm putting on a big wig, walking hard
Hanging with them big pigs, all them dogs
Got me a couple ideas, straight from God
I want a bean pie, order me a bean pie

I'll even eat a bean pie, I don't mind
Me and Missy is so very busy busy making money

Alright...

All step back, I'm 'bout to dance
The greenback boogie
The greenback boogie
Boogie now for me

Say, it's far better, when you give it away
It's called the greenback boogie
What people don't say, I say

It's better, when you give it away
It's called the greenback boogie
Don't give it away now, I say

It's better, when you give it away
It's called the greenback boogie
Don't give it away now, I say

See the money wanna stay, for your meal
I'll say it's gonna put some love, in your life
Don't you really wanna know, how it feel?
Everybody wanna see, what it's like

Babe you wanna be inside, it ain't lies
We all know there's better things in this life

Yes I'll step out, on your expense
Doin' the greenback boogie
Mother f*ing boogie
Boogie oogie oogie Greenback Boogie

Come on back to paradise
Come on back to paradise
Come on back to paradise
Come on back to...
Come on back to...

It's the greenback boogie
It's the greenback boogie
Don't give it away now
Don't give it away now, I say

It's better, when you greenback boogie
Well don't give it away
Well don't give it away, I say

It's better...
It's the greenback boogie
Don't give it away...

Questa canzone mi ossessiona, non va bene D: E' da quando mi sono svegliata che la cantavo, e neppure ricordavo da dove arrivasse-- Credo di dover vedere la seconda stagione di Suits, è il subconscio che me lo ordina.

Ieri sera, alla fine, è stato danze irlandesi zero alcool, una cosa simpatica dalla quale sono uscita positivamente distrutta. Ho sviluppato un amore carnale per Mr. Irish Bastard, però questo non c'entra nulla, in effetti.
Umberto era Edward Cullen, per l'amor del cielo. Non sono riuscita a parlare con Johnny, però Gio' è stato adorabile, e l'uomo della Polka che non ricorderò come si chiama perché lo odio -- Ecco, lui lo odio.
Dio, ho dei lividi sui piedi e metà del corpo, quel ballo assassino di merda, troppa gente in pista che non sa contare fino a quattro, diogesù, non può essere così difficile.

L'Ari è stata tanto carina, innamorata perdutamente del cardigan, e la Bi' ha perso la matita in pista e ha quasi ammazzato una coppia, ohgliea.

Mi sono divertita, e ora sono stanca e dolorante dappertutto e invoco la morte.

Intendo vedere Grimm (118), Elementary (104) e Doctor Who. #hero