We be all night, and everything all right
No complaints from my body, so fluorescent under these lights
Boy, I'm drinking, park it in my lot, 7-11
I'm rubbing on it, rub-rubbing, if you scared, call that reverend
Boy, I'm drinking, get my brain right
Armand de Brignac, gangster wife
Louis sheets, he sweat it out like washrags, he wet it up
Boy, I'm drinking, I'm singing on the mic till my voice hoarse
Then I fill the tub up halfway then ride it with my surfboard
Surfboard, surfboard
Graining on that wood, graining, graining on that wood
I'm swerving on that, swerving, swerving on that
Big body been serving all this, swerve
Surfing all in this good-good
Interludes were employed on Janet's best albums to segue between an array of themes, genres, and tempos; here they're just used as atmosphere, to create the illusion of an album that's larger than the sum of its parts.
France
28. Shake It Off
She just performed on Le Grand Journal and was on NRJ.
France just completely ignores her, even worse than Xtina and that's saying something.
She said he's touring France, I guess that means she's booking the Zenith.
End these girls, KING! 
