Liz Phair - Beat Is Up lyrics

The trick to happiness Is to ignore anything negative you might feel about yourself That people don't really like you that much That you've got fat because you're lonely Or that your parents are going to die I like to get my coffee With all the little frothy things on the side And I like to put in those little sticks The trick to freedom is to deny your past regrets Questionable lovers Lies Drunken weekends I just like to have a lotta energy My life demands it Everything's up, all the time Up, up, up What's the beat, the beat is up, ah What's the beat, the beat is up, ah What's the beat, the beat is up, ah How high to the sky? What's the beat, the beat is up, ah What's the beat, the beat is up, ah What's the beat, the beat is up, ah How high to the sky? People like positive people Positivity makes good things happen My husband doesn't let me buy those tabloid magazines 'Cause he says that it makes me fight with him more Pills that you mix with wine That your husband and you aren't having s** any more That you got married for the money It's been positively proved That most Top 40 hits have a BPM of 120 or more I definitely like the gin-sing And the gingko balboa What's the beat, the beat is up, ah What's the beat, the beat is up, ah What's the beat, the beat is up, ah How high to the sky? What's the beat, the beat is up, ah What's the beat, the beat is up, ah What's the beat, the beat is up, ah How high to the sky? Sometimes you picture yourself getting impaled On an imaginary spike sticking out from over your bed When you keep forgetting to call somebody back But the more time goes by, the less you feel like calling Because you're embarra**ed 'Cause it kind of makes you freaky And you don't want people to think you're freaky Even though you are kind of freaky But only in the bedroom L-O-L My mom says I'm really hard on my kids I don't want them growing up thinking That everything's just gonna be handed to them They're gonna have to work their a**es off just like I did You know, we get them up at six in the morning We're like, "Come on, get up, get outta the bed It's gonna be a great day, come on" (But, mom, I'm tired) Up, up, up What's the beat, the beat is up, ah What's the beat, the beat is up, ah What's the beat, the beat is up, ah How high to the sky? What's the beat, the beat is up, ah What's the beat, the beat is up, ah What's the beat, the beat is up, ah How high to the sky?