I dressed the kids as well
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Michael sat on my knees and whispered to me
No thank you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank you
It's making me tired
Oh my God, Barbara
And on any given day, I'd rather ride a limousine
With her cup of tea looking out of the window
Then I got dressed
All about the meanie
And I smiled 'cause I'd known it all along
It's making me tired
I couldn't afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo
Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin and the doctor
Go out in style
Baby, sat all four of my kids
I couldn't hear or see
I don't have to pay for this shit
No thank you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank you
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Baby, sat all four of my kids
He said, “If you don't want to do it
All about the meanies
It's making me tired
Then in my dream
I couldn't afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo
Oh my God, Barbara, she looks so much like my mom
I couldn't afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo
And I'm-a gonna go out in style
You know I plan to retire some day
And besides this shit is making me tired
They kept the door closed at all times
I don't have to pay for this shit
No thank you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank you
My kids were being quiet
When I woke up
Went and had a talk with my boss
And I'm gonna go out in style
No thank you, no thank you, no thank you, no thank you
And Barbara, she looks just like my mom
It's making me die
I knew it was a dream right away
Jacqueline was being such a big girl
And on any given day, I'd rather ride a limousine
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I ain't about to to die like this
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It's making me tired
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Michael sat on my knees and whispered to me
I said, “Sir, let's just go west and he listened obediently”
It's making me tired
The doctor he asked which way we were headed
I had a dream
Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and
He said, “The truth is, you'll be okay, anyway”
I had a dream
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With her cup of tea looking out of the window
I'ma gonna go out in style
It's making me tired
She looks so much like my mom
When they came out they said
Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and
Go out in style
This shit, it's making me tired
It's making me tired
Sophie only want to tune us into radio BBC
“You'll be okay, anyway”
Oh my God, Barbara
This shit it's making me tired
You know, I plan to retire some day
Baby, sat all four of my kids
I'ma gonna go out in style
I couldn't afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo
Then you don't have to do it”
Sophie only wants to listen to radio BBC
Go out in style
Then in my dream, I told the doctor off
Go out in style
And besides this shit is making me tired
And we piled in
I ain't about to die like this
Something about insurance policies
The limousine pulled in
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And Barbara, she looks just like my mom
Jacqueline was being such a big girl
I called the limousine company
