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Published on Sep 19, 2009
LYRICS: If you're smoking 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 ooh yea I swear to god i'm not insane and all these voices in my brain tell me I'm the queen of spain and I fly a horse drawn sleigh to a spaceship where I pray to a monkey made of clay and his name is Jose nonetheless i'm not insane if you're aroused easily by your man's nasty smell or you lose it on tv like when i stripped on trl take a good look at me I kept it together although my weight does fluctuate it'll work out go ahead and shout i swear to god i'm not insane i'm engaged to a great dane rub my pooter with champagne yeah all my shoes are made of hay i work for the CIA i invented arbor day i wear a hat of bengay nonetheless i'm not insannnneeee!