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It's a perfectly planned little trip
To get you over your divorce and girl, you need?it
Lately?you've been a?real bitch!
But , who hasn't! We?love ya! Now let's review this trip
At 7 Pilates, at noon the spa
The black and white party at dusk on the yacht
I planned this trip, don't you dare ruin it
Or I'll send you all home'cuz I really need this!

Don't you mean Jackay really needs this?

Of course
She needs a vacation
We need a vacation
We need a break from the monotony

Thanks Grace, you're helping me out with my stress, I'm depressed and a mess

Sh? needs a vacation
We need a vacation

When ev?ryone in the city is jealous of you

When you defame again so you have to sue

When Mommy needs to take a lover

When you catch your husband with your brother

My husband John's car got stolen which meant he had to take the bus but it was very loud so he had to get plastic surgery on his earlobe so my sister's maid had to drive him home but then they got rear-ended three times so yeah. I need a vacation

What?

We need a vacation

So I forgot to pick up that little what's-her-name

Your stepdaughter

So what she had to wait an hour in the rain
It was an emergency. I had cracked a nail
And why should I tip the manicurist, I'd already paid

She's entitled

To my opinion
Your husband's a red-blooded man, you see
It's not my fault I appear in all his fantasies
Privilege? What privilege? Shall I expand, hon
I'm a self-made woman

You grew up in a mansion!

She's a gatekeeper

Ugh, you're all just being dramatic again

She's a gatekeeper

Only A-Listers get it

She's a gunslinger

So why should I get the best room?
'Cuz I'm girlbossy

I didn't just come here to tan
Of course I love my kids and I'm all that they have

Other than the nursemaid, the nanny and the rest of the staff

Of course I love their Dad, he gave me four beautiful sons
But he stopped coming home and got erectile dysfunction
The days are long, the years never end
To the world I'm a Mom, to the kids I'm an ATM
But I'm finally free, husband be damned
I didn't just come here to tan
I didn't just come here to tan

I like fast cars, shiny bracelets
My husband gets meal replacements
It costs a lot for this vagina
Am I a gold digger if he owns the mine?
Dont call me a trophy, I have to give this man a bath
So I need a black card, its not easy to make it hard, he's old
Have you ever been in love? Me neither
But I can make his heart stop. He has angina
Pop stars, super stars, anything you pay for you are
Yes, he bought me these shoes but
I pay my dues
Due-due-due-due-due-due-due-due-voulez-vous
I pay my dues
Due-due-due-due-due-due-due-due-how about you?
Twerk

My sister
She makes her money like a swindler
Is she a tycoon or a grifter?
Oh, and she sings out of tune

What? No I don't

Yes you do

No I don't

Yes you do

Well at least I'm not the kind of sister
Who can't get along without a mister
Whose husband recently dismissed her
'Cuz she couldn't satisfy

Yes I could

Really?

That wasn't the problem

Since puberty, bitch has had it out for me

Can't choose your family

And don't I know it

Oh why don't you go blow it out your-

At least I have a job where I run a whole team

It's a pyramid scheme

No it's not

Yes it is

No it's not

Yes it is

Sisters

You make your shit hurt by spreading it

Sisters

Your aesthetic is pathetic

Sisters

You're literaly getting a divorce

Well at least I can tapdance

What has that got to do with anything?

Sisters!

What a perfectly planned little trip
With my five best girlfriends I've never felt so alone
I need a vacation from my vacation

Here's a little thing that my Mom would do
When she and her friends were in a tiff
They would say what's on her mind and put it all behind you
Then you get over it
Clear the air
Get out your grievances
Replace going behind a back by saying it to a face
It's easy, here, I'll go first:
I'm sorry I was so type A when I was planning this trip

I'm sorry I acted like a brat and said your life was a sinking ship

I'm sorry I said I need a vacation from my friends

I'm sorry I only came here to cheat on my husband

I'm sorry I called you a sad little baby

I'm sorry that you're a dumpster fire, bitch!

That's the spirit!
You don't have to mean it
You just have to say it

Clear the air