I promise I didn’t leave,
Become another clone,
Bug sunglasses, Sipping a latte
Repeating everything the celebrates say,
I find myself being drug into a hole,
Acrylic nails sharp at the bottom,
They drain my brain, make me skinny as a pole,
I hate this blonde hair they put on my head,
Lipstick? Ah, rosy red!
Get away, I hate this more than you know,
Get away from me with that hair spray you fake tan hoe,
Oh, god they pulled out the cosmetic crap,
Get that near me and this will end in a slap,
For craps sake they are teaching me there screeching mating call,
Shut up! I’m not your Barbie doll!
I will tell you this much, and I wont lie,
Give me another push up bra, I think I might die. |