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