I can't help the way I want
I was born on a Friday
Need new air in my lungs
Lovin' me a good sideways

My disciples are only happy when I'm leading
Saying "it's too late to be a crooner"
I'm okay with
Being a late bloomer

Mama, I'm going sideways
[oh whoa]
Mama, I'm going sideways
[oh whoa]
Do you feel like you want to feel?
[hey yeah yea]

Smiling, dancing, make believing I was happy
But the prettier the picture, the bored-er the bitch is
It was a Sunday or someday or a something
And I was getting ready, dressed up for nothing
Ain't got nothing on my agenda
Still no time to call my Mama, mama, mama...

Mama, I'm going sideways
[oh whoa]
Mama, I'm going sideways
[oh whoa]
Do you feel like you want to feel?
[hey yeah yea]
It was a Tuesday and I was the Lizard Queen
Had on my cheap jeans and I was dreaming
Heavy, wholeheartedly
About the things I want to be
And all the things I wasn't --
I knew I'd need a budget
Got me a job and planned real good
But all the planning didn't go as it should
I was distracted by the people walking faster than me

I'm going sideways
[oh whoa]
I'm going sideways
[oh whoa]
Do you feel like you want to feel?
[hey yeah yea]
Like you want to feel?
[hey yeah yea]
Like you need to feel?
[hey yeah yea]