they call me
   they want to see me
      they want to know I'm not dead
what's so bad about death,
it's the new fad no need to be sad

Just keep waiting for me to make it big
honeybee
I'll be
one day.
you won't have to marry that man
you won't have to clean his mess
you won't have to call to know my plan
you won't have to wait for my death

float by my side, get busy
our name will be in lights, stay *****
and I'll be kissing the spot near your waist tonight