Lyrics Your Capricious Soul - Michael Stipe
Honey's
got,
got,
got
a
new
feeling
Honey
peeled
herself
off
the
ceiling
Because
god,
god,
god
is
revealing
—
How
to
serve
your
body
How
to
serve
your
mind
Searching
your
capricious
soul
So
you
post,
post,
post
on
the
weekend
And
you
pretend
you're
a
seeker
When
they
all
come
loving
and
looking
You
are
writing
a
tell-all
Tell-all,
sugar—
You
are
leaving
nothing
out
Godspeed
baby,
blessings
Gob-smacked
baby,
and
this
Party's
in
your
honor—
pass
Your
mother's
worried
Is
this
in
your
favor?
And
your
pastor's
crying
And
the
birds
are
dying
Or
they
might
as
well
be
(they
might
as
well
be)
Now
the
papers
calling
And
the
photos
flashing
And
the
fashion's
changing
Fast
Yeah
the
papers
calling
And
the
photos
flashing
And
the
fashion's
changing,
Fast
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