When I get bored of life and its taste
I come down and can't express anything
When there's a void that pricks my sternum
I can switch to airplane mode and go to bed

But today I had a somewhat strange dream
I was singing songs in English

(Welcome to the United States of America)
(Please remain seated until the plane has come to a complete stop)
(And the lights are off)
(Remember your luggage's)
(Have a nice flight)

Yes
I'm going to Miami Beach
Looking for where the Ritz is
But I can't find anything
Yes
I'm a 90's bitch
I adore Britney Spears
I'm disoriented

When you thought you had control
Your heart breaks and the drama begins
When there are so many things that distract my inspiration
I write four silly rhymes with reluctance

But today I had a somewhat strange dream
Everyone spanglish, zero English
(One, two, three, hey)

Yes
I'm going to Miami Beach
Looking for where the Ritz is
But I can't find anything
Yes
I'm a 90's bitch
I adore Britney Spears
I'm disoriented

We don't find the answers
And we go to very distant countries
To look for them, to understand them, to feel them
Today I'm blonde, yesterday brunette
That's how we get through our thirties, don't be overwhelmed
Put pineapple on me, also mango
I get distracted by rambling
Between disconnected speeches
Controlling my excesses
I just seek to go through life
Happily making verses without complexes

In the deepest dreams
There are always pearls and diamonds
That hold the beauty
And the sacredness of life
I bought four self-help books
At an outlet
And if any help me, I'll let you know

Yes
I'm going to Miami Beach
Looking for where the Ritz is
But I can't find anything
Yes
I'm a 90's bitch
I adore Britney Spears
I'm disoriented

What is Miami, mommy?
What is Miami, mommy?
What is Miami, mommy?
What is Miami, mommy?
What is Miami, mommy?
What is Miami, mommy?
What is Miami, mommy?
What is Miami, mommy? (I don't know my son, I don't know)
What is Miami, mommy?

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