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If you smokin' rock cocaine And some skunky weed And that batch of basement crack Caused your eyes to bleed And your husband is a pain And your latest album Is sitting in The half-off bin Don't you stress Tell the press oooh yeah I swear to god I'm not insane Though these voices in my brain Tell me I'm the queen of Spain And fly a horse drawn-sleigh To a spaceship where I pray To a monkey made of clay And his name Is Jose Nonetheless Im not insane If you're aroused easily By a man's nasty sweat Or you lose it on tv Like when I stripped on TRL Take a good look at me Letras de cancionesI kept it together Although my weight Does flatuate Here on out Go ahead and shout I swear to god I'm not insane I'm engaged to a great dane Fill my bootay, with champagne, yeah All my shoes are made of hay I work for the CIA I invented Arbor day I wear a hat Made of bengay Nonetheless I'm not INSANE From Letras Mania