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RAYE on Suffering Jukebox is a free online music player. Stream every album, open the lyrics, rate tracks, and build playlists. Open the interactive player at https://www.sufferingjukebox.stream/raye. Catalog added by Church Street Studio.
Songs: WHERE IS MY HUSBAND!, Click Clack Symphony feat. Hans Zimmer
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Did you know the odds to be born on this Earth's one in four hundred trillion? I conquered those odds, yet I can't conquer leaving this house I eat, sleep, scroll, and work But there has to be more than just merely existing In fact, I was thinking there's not enough wine In the fridge to unleash me And this feeling fiends for some feminine healing By that, I mean I call my girls and said, "SOS, pick a dress Pick a time and an address, for we are going out tonight" Send the call-out, send the call-out Calling all my baddest women, it's about to go down Click-click-click-clack symphony, I need that Click-click-click-clack symphony, I love the sound of it "Who let the girls out?" I did, I did, darling She's empowered by the sound of us marching Her legs are hurting, but her back is still arching And this sound reminds me that it's going to be alright And I never could have guessed I started my morning in tears Got a great waterproof mascara I can recommend I should try my luck in Hollywood and find some auditions Because the way I fake this smile could pay the mortgage and the rent I climb into my lonely throne before my TV I feel alone, I feel like no one really needs me So thank you, Carly, for having a sixth sense and for calling to remind me We don't settle for depression on a Friday night I need a pep talk, I need a hug, I need a dance floor I got one little life, I need to get out the house more and really start living it Heavy is the burdens that are weighing on me I will lay them down under some pink and blue lights Call my girls and said, "SOS, pick a dress Pick a time and an address, for we are going out tonight" Send the call-out, send the call-out Calling all my baddest women, it's about to go down Click-click-click-clack symphony, I need that Click-click-click-clack symphony, I love the sound of it "Who let the girls out?" I did, I did, darling She's empowered by the sound of us marching Her legs are hurting, but her back is still arching And this sound reminds me that it's going to be alright Jim-Jimmy Choo, it's time to open up the closet It's a sad sight to see Manolo Blahnik gather cobwebs Why I'm like an alien in every dress I try? Sigh, let me turn my music louder and pretend it's fine Everything that's hurt me, left and gave up on me Am I just the product of everything that was done to me? Run to me, come to me, someone bring the sun to me I can see the glimmer of the girl who once believed (she just needs) She needs a pep talk, she needs a hug, she needs a dance floor She's got one little life, she needs to get out the house more And try and start living it Heavy is the burdens that are weighing on me (me) I will lay them down under some pink and blue lights (pink and blue lights) Call my girls and said, "SOS, pick a dress Pick a time and an address, for we are going out tonight" Send the call-out, send the call-out Calling all my baddest women, it's about to go down Click-click-click-clack symphony, I need that Click-click-click-clack symphony, I love the sound of it "Who let the girls out?" I did, I did, darling She's empowered by the sound of us marching Her legs are hurting, but her back is still arching And this sound reminds me that it's going to be alright Though this season of her life had been cold, lonely, and tough Though she slipped back into a darkness She had hoped by now to have overcome She had learned a beautiful lesson And she kissed her girls goodbye And thanked them for getting her out the house That maybe everything was going to be alright And even if only for a moment Everything is going to be alright Yeah, it's going to be alright Going to be alright Send the call-out, send the call-out Calling all my baddest women, it's about to go down Click-click-click-clack symphony, I need that Click-click-click-clack symphony, I love the sound of it "Who let the girls out?" I did, I did, darling She's empowered by the sound of us marching Her legs are hurting, but her back is still arching And this sound reminds me that it's going to be alright Then she put her headphones in And there she danced under the weight of her clouds But for the first time in a long time She believed that one day, she would again feel the sun She must be patient She must have faith in the seeds that are planted beneath the snow She must hold on, and she must let go She'll be alright, no riding, shining, armoured knight She will save herself this time And in fact, tonight she did confirm The cold never lasts, my darling It just teaches the heart how to burn
Baby, where the hell is my husband And what’s taking him so long to find, me Oh baby Where the hell is my lover Getting down with another (Oooh yeah) Tell him if you see him baby If you see him tell him He should holler Why is this beautiful man Waiting for me to get old Why he already testing my patience I only fear he taking time with other women that ain’t me while I’ve been reviewing applications Wait til I get my hands on him Ima tell him off too for how long he kept me waiting Anticipating Praying to Lord to give him to my loving arms and despite my frustrations He must need me completely how my heart yearns for him is he far away is he okay This man is testing me Uh huh uh huh Help me help me help Lord I need you to tell me Baby, where the hell is my husband And what’s taking him so long to find me Oh baby Where the hell is my lover Getting down with another (Oooh yeah) Tell him if you see him baby If you see him tell him He should holler I’m doing lonely acrobatics Unzipping my dress at 2am and I’m tired of living like this He must be out there getting ready Tryna fix up his tie Uh huh huh huh hello this where your wife is Wait ‘til I get your heart going Ima turn it up too For how much I’m bout to love ya No one above ya Praying to the Lord To hurry hurry you along Baby I intend to rush ya He must need me completely how my heart yearns for him is he far away is he okay This man is testing me Uh huh uh huh Help me help me help Lord I need you to tell me Baby, where the hell is my husband And what’s taking him so long to find, me Oh baby Where the hell is my lover Getting down with another (Oooh yeah) Tell him if you see him baby If you see him tell him He should holler Tuh tuh tuh tuh Tell him I’m mm Tell him I’m mm with the mm mm mm Tell I’m kind Tell him I’m 5’5 Tell him I got brown eyes and a growing fear that if he doesn’t find me now I’m going to die alone so can he Uh uh uh uh uh Hurry up here sir Uh uh uh uh Uh huh uh huh uh huh huh I want it want it want it want it want it I would like a ring I would like a ring I would like a diamond ring On my wedding finger I would like a big and shiny diamond That I could wave around and talk and talk about it and when the day is here Forgive me God That I could ever doubt it Until death I do I do I do I Is he about it, bout it, bout it This man Is testing me Uh huh uh huh uh help me help me help me Lord I need you to tell me Baby Where the hell is my husband And what’s taking him so long To find me Oh baby Where the hell is my lover Getting down with another (oooh yeah) Tell him that my grandma said it Tell him grandma said it YOUR HUSBAND IS COMING I would like a ring I would like a ring I would like a diamond ring on my wedding finger I would like a big and shiny (woo) Diamond (yes), diamond (yes), diamond (yes), diamond (yes), diamond (yes) ohhh Where is my husband!
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