Gimme the world
Ah the world is worldly
Tribal affront
Girlie gurly

Get your feathers away from my nose
Don’t be surly. don’t call me shirley
50 miles west of elbow grease
Fighting the wars in the west and the east

Congratulations on you hurt-pride crowd
Cried me a river on the doubtfire pinciple
Don’t give me something i can laugh about
Melons swelling like the cold vice principal

Tell me why you wanna treat me this wake
Still instilled like a family lie
Laniet was an unborn suspect
but didn’t kill the Bains on that cold night

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