I feel like something's happened,
A vaguely stoned portentious day.
So excuse me while I pretend,
I'm gonna treat myself today.

Surrounded by my fresh new monsters,
Grinning in infectious ways,
With my seventeen imposters,
I'm gonna treat myself that way.

I never been where I'm wanted,
The compensatin' castaway,
But the pain must now be blunted,
'Cause I can feel my blood today.

The man behind the counter,
Looks like he don't like what I say,
Lucky my world is rounder,
I'm gonna treat myself today.

Oh, I'm gonna treat myself,
And fling my hardness down to hell.
I've got a mighty tale to tell,
So, whoa, I'm a treatin'!

I ain't gonna make no bones,
I got that breakout party jones.
Get ready to hurl them judgement stones,
'Cause, whoa, I'm a treatin'!

Whoa, I'm a treatin'

I feel like something's happened,
A vaguely stoned portentious day.
So excuse me while I pretend,
I'm gonna treat myself today.

Surrounded by my fresh new monsters,
Grinning in infectious ways,
With my seventeen imposters,
I'm gonna treat myself that way.

And I know there is no payment for
The parts that I just gave;
Factors that I can't ignore,
I'm gonna act like I behave.

I will never tell myself "No",
That's for other people to say.
I retreat into the canyon,
I'm gonna take myself away.

Oh, I'm gonna treat myself,
And fling my hardness down to hell.
I've got a mighty tale to tell,
So, whoa, I'm a treatin'!

I ain't gonna make no bones,
I got that breakout party jones.
Get ready to hurl them judgement stones,
'Cause, whoa, I'm a treatin'!

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