My bags are packed
I’m ready to go
I’m standin’ here, equivocal
I hate to shake you up (well, I could lie)
No more handshakin’
Cause it’s airborne
My Uber’s waitin’
She’s blowin’ her horn
I probably should atone some
I could die
But I’m a-leavin’ on a jet plane
I hope no friendly travelers are diseased
Leavin’ on a jet plane,
Sadly, there are no guarantees…
Oh, Babe, and I prepaid.

 And so my emails may all be


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