I'm the brand new normal:

It's formal

I guess I'll get a little warmer,

And inform ya that I'm the—

Ugh—

I'm the philosopher they prophesied, I guess

I'm the philosopher they prophesied, I guess

I'm the philosopher they prophesied;

I got my eye on

The prize

I guess

And I do not worship idols,

But I guess I worship eyes

I worship them on walls,

And I worship them as spies

If you look into my eyes

I will probably tell you why

It isn't black it isn't white

And I don't want to be your wife—

I just wanna have one night

And I don't wanna ducking fight

I guess I showed up right on time

And if I'm gonna live a life

I guess I gotta live it twice

I am not sugar, I'm not spice

This isn't men this isn't mice

(Hm)

They call me The Queen of Ice

And I am wronging my rights

My rights

My rights

My rights

My rights

Yeah…

And if I gotta go under the knife

To get it right

“Aye aye!”

Aye aye!

I—I—

I—I—

Aye aye

Aye aye…

And if I gotta live a life

I then I'm gonna live it

right

Right?

You're right

You're right

You're right

You're right

You're right

You're right

You're right

In your eye

In your eye

In your eye

In your eye

In your eye

In your eye

In your life

In your life

In your life

In your eye

In your eye

In your eye

In your light

In your light

In your lie

I—I—I

I—I—I

Aye aye

I—I—I

I—I—I

Eye

—your life

In your life

In your life

In your life

In your life

In your life

In your life

In your life

In your life

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