This banal existence is only remedied temporarily through desperate orgies of the flesh, as beyoncé so eloquently demonstrates through her command to "grind upon it girl, show em how you ride it. The ticking of the clock (that is portrayed by a pregnant beyoncé) is representative of the imperative, time-driven nature of the oppressive, pop-culture society in which beyoncé is trapped. Ladies, if you love your man show you the flyestĪll up in the back because the chicks keep flockingĬountdown is a metaphorical commentary on the cyclical dance macabre that is today's postmodern, american lifestyle. Yup, I buy my own, if he deserve it, buy his shit tooĪll up in the store, shorty, tricking if I want toĪll up in the store, shorty, fly as we want to Yup, I put it on him, it ain't nothing that I can't do
Oh, killing me softly and I'm still fallin' Ladies, if you love your man show him you the fliest Grind up on it, girl, show him how you ride it Ladies, if you love your man show him you the flyest Give it all to him, meet him at the finish lineĪll up in that black with his chick right beside him I'm all up under him like it's cold, winter timeĪll up in the kitchen in my heels, dinner timeĭo whatever that it takes, he got a winner's mind My girls can't tell me nothing, I'm gone in the brain Still all up on each other, ain't a damn thing changed Still love the way he rock them black diamonds in that chain Still love the way he talk, still love the way I sing Through the good and the bad, still got love Oh, you got me all gone, don't ever let me go Still the one I need, I will always be with you Oh, killing me softly and I'm still falling
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