And a little garden plot
I really hate commercials
But I got a slap-chop
Cause I'm a sucker for a remix

Let me tell you what
By the time that I am finished
You are gonna love these nuts
I'm a little bit pop culture, a lot bit diy
I don't know the definition of tmi

I write poems about my period
Post pictures of my log
If you don't like body functions
You shouldn't read my blog

My husband's a musician
From the mountains in France
He wrote me a song
We did interpretive dance
Then he knocked me up

Now we have the coolest kid
Yeah, hooking up with him's
The smartest thing I ever did
And I feel like I can fly

When I'm on roller skates
I get a little high
When I eat dried dates
I feel like I'm unloading
When I'm loading up the car
I feel like I'm exploding
When I'm holding my guitar
I don't understand

What numbers have to do with success
Or what sales have to do with happiness
Unless they're the kind
Of sails that will carry me to sea
Where my grandma and grandpa

Are waiting for me
I never thought I'd make it to 25
Now I'm 37, and I'm glad that I'm alive
If I ever need a tour bus
I'm still gonna drive
Cause I looking out the windshield

As the world goes by
Looking out the windshield
As the world goes by
Yeah, looking out the windshield
As the world goes by
Now I'm 37 and I'm glad that I'm alive
And I like looking out the windshield
As the world goes by