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Her Fucking List
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Her Fucking List

"Her impossible Fucking list"

[Intro]

It’s easy.

Just get what’s on the list.

How hard could it be? … Mistake.

[Verse 1] She handed me a list before I left the house Said “Just grab these, it won’t take long”

Forty-five minutes later I’m standing in aisle six questioning my existence

Why does flour come in fifty different kinds?

All-purpose Self-rising Cake flour Bread flour

It’s Fucking flour!

Pick a personality and stick with it!

[Pre-Chorus] She sent me for groceries I thought this was shopping

Turns out

It’s a scavenger hunt

[Chorus] Her Fucking list

Her impossible Fucking list

Why is there only one specific milk she drinks?

And why is that one not here?!

There’s fifteen hundred options

But apparently they’re all wrong

I don’t understand this mission

And I’ve been here way too long

Oh. My. Fucking. God!

[Verse 2] “Organic free-range hand-selected artisanal whatever eggs”

What happened to fucking normal eggs?

Did normal eggs commit a fucking crime?

The bread section alone Looks like it requires a fucking degree

And every label says:

“New and Improved”

Shit.

From what?!

It’s fucking bread!

How much innovation does bread need?!

[Pre-Chorus] I came here confident Now I’m reading ingredient labels Like they’re ancient prophecies

[Chorus] Her fucking list Her impossible fucking list

I found twelve things

And somehow none of them count

I sent her five photos

Three videos

Two desperate texts

And still got:

“No.

Not that one.”

Oh. My. Fucking. God!

[Bridge] You know what?! Why is there parsley? And cilantro? And coriander? Are those three things? Or one thing with multiple identities?! And who decided yogurt needs An entire city block?! I just wanted milk! Where did my afternoon go?!

FUCK!

I NEED HELP HERE!

[Guitar Solo]

[Final Chorus] [Key Lift]

Her fucking list

Her impossible fucking list

I’ve crossed off everything twice

And somehow added more

The cashier looks concerned

The shoppers know my name

I’ve aged six years

In ninety minutes

And I’m never shopping again

Oh. My. Fucking. God!

[Outro]

Honey…

I got everything. …

What do you mean

That’s not the right milk? …

Oh. My. Fucking. God!