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What I noticed this morning: the very end of the song, where the beat falls away and Beyonce moves for a few seconds into an exhausted chorus chant punctuated by back-up commands of “Work! Work!”. It’s the only part of the song which offers any kind of – even a suggestion of – counterpoint to the positivity/strength stuff in the rest of it. You don’t for a second believe the girl will fail, but it’s an acknowledgement that it’s a hard slog. And the rhythm reminds you that she could be singing about her bandmates or her man but she could just as well be singing about aerobics, too.