Why she's always right

Oh yes... she is always right... why you ask... that's simple... it is so much better for my relation... You said the Moon’s in Aquarius, so my spirit is shut. I said: "You’re right, I felt that cosmic shift... right in my lower spine." Whatever you say, girl, is the holy truth. Fourteen sequin pillows, I’m a decorative slave. I said: "Honey, this floral velvet... really makes the room feel whole." You said: "Brad Pitt looks so good in The Matrix, if you know what I mean." I said: "You’re so sharp, babe... he’s the best Neo I’ve ever seen." Now you’re standing there telling me the sun is actually blue. And that gravity is just a "vibe" that we’re passing through. My brain is screaming "No," but my body’s screaming "Yes." So I said: "You’re a genius, baby, I love your blue-sun dress." The earth is flat if you want it to be. "Is this all for sex?" you ask, with that look upon your face. No, I want the whole of you... every inch and every space. You’re a ten, you’re a queen, you’re a flawless delight, And I’ll keep on lying so I can sleep home tonight." Baby...you’re always right. She’s dead wrong, but who cares.... She says the Earth is flat and the Moon is made of cheese... That gravity is just a ghost that’s floating in the breeze... But I don't care if she is wrong or right, i’m just moving with the flow... i just wanna get laid... so i stopped listening long ago...