Hey, I'm calling you back, oh she's been a bitch tonight, and by bitch I mean this rain, no cabs, nowhere. So I had to put on the wig, and the heels, and the lashes, and the ear, and take the train to the club. And you know the MTA should stand for Mothers Touching My Ass. So then I get to the club looking like a drowned, harassed rat, and am greeted not by Ms. Rose at the door, but our friend Johnny Five-O. Yes honey, the NYPD shut down the party. So no fee for me, and I don't even know what's the tea. So I hope you're up girl, cause we are all coming over. Lock the doors, unload the blinds, fire up the smoke machine, and put on your heels, cause I know exactly what we need. Let's have a kiki. I wanna have a kiki. Lock the doors. Tight. Let's have a kiki. Mother. I'm gonna let you have it. Let's have a kiki. I wanna have a kiki. Dive. Turn. Work. Let's have a kiki. Dive. Turn. Work. Let's have a kiki. A kiki is a party for calming all your nerves. We're spilling tea and dishing just desserts when they deserve. And though the sun is rising, few may choose to leave. So shave that lid and we'll all bid adieu to your ennui. Let's have a kiki. I wanna have a kiki. Lock the doors. Tight. Let's have a kiki. Mother. I'm gonna let you have it. Let's have a kiki. I wanna have a kiki. Dive. Turn. Work. Let's have a kiki. We're gonna turn. And work. And turn. And ha ha ha. Kiki. So so. Oui oui. No no. Kiki. So so. Oui oui. No no. Let's have a kiki. I wanna have a kiki. Lock the doors. Tight. Let's have a kiki. Mother. I'm gonna let you have it. Let's have a kiki. I wanna have a kiki. Dive. Turn. Work. Let's have a kiki. We're gonna turn. And work. And turn. And ha ha ha. Let's have a kiki. I wanna have a kiki. Lock the doors. Tight. Let's have a kiki. Time-ski. Drop back. I wanna have a kiki. Boots. Tail. Queen. Let's have a kiki. We're gonna turn. And work. And turn. And ha ha ha. Let's have a kiki.