Left the oven on when I went to the salon
It's gonna burn
It's gonna burn
It's gonna turn
Around
Mahatma Gandhi and Mother Teresa
Are getting kinda freaky on a beach in Ibiza
Let her go
She's coming with us
She doesn't like you anymore
She likes us
Lost my shit in the shower
No water, no power
I dream of being split into five easy pieces
By a big strong woman with a big pair of scissors
She smiles like Mona Lisa, but curses like a wizard
Mother Teresa and Mahatma Gandhi
Are arguing about who's turn it is to do thе laundry
Let her go
She's coming with us
Shе doesn't like you anymore
She likes us
Mother Teresa and Mahatma Gandhi
Are dancing with their pants off
And listening to Blondie
Mahatma Gandhi and Mother Teresa
Are raging in the penthouse and—
(And I'm thinking of a number between one–)
Blasting Dua Lipa
Let her go
She's coming with us
She doesn't like you anymore
She likes us
Let her go
She's coming with us
She doesn't like you anymore
She likes us
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