I was at Coachella, leanin' on your shoulder. Watchin' your husband swing in time. I guess I was in it, 'cause baby, for a minute. It was Woodstock in my mind.
I'm smokin' while I'm runnin' on my treadmill. But I'm comin' up roses. Could it be that I fell for another loser?. I'm cryin' while I'm cummin'. Makin' love while I'm makin' good money.