We don't get fat after many feasts
We share our bras and the same pant size
And often feel like killing guys.
We watch great movies and know the songs
And still are virgins from the bongs
Oh yes, we're the coolest, it is true;
We even have the cowboy shoe.
Junior boys who think freshmen suck
Are really just quite out of luck
Cause we are froshes, Di and I.
We aren't lame and we don't lie.
Although I lick Cadbury's Eggs
And Di says 'No!', she even begs,
She won't dump me, cause she knows
If we were guys we would be bros.
Whether I'm stepping in pee in the lodge
Or she has drool that I must dodge,
We still manage to stay friends
Damn, I broke my glasses lens!
Even if we are tardtenders true,
We don't really feel too blue.
Tardtender pride is our way of life
And therefore we're not full of strife!
Goodbye Jordi, this one's for you
Someday I'll buy you a new shoe
Or maybe I won't cause I'll be too poor
Whatever, I'm out, please shut the door!
What's happiness to you and me, Hail?
Staying awake 'til the sky grows pale
Crying together about other fights
Getting rides to see eachother late into nights?
Skipping my shower and feeling unclean?
The most beautiful girl I've ever seen.
Yelling to random guys from the bluffs
Fitting into your shirts and stuff.
Taking crazy pictures at 3 in the morning
Black lips, eyeliner, and a red face adorning
Imitating the way giant trees walk
We could make plans or just sit and talk
You know, when I met you I thought we'd be pals
That's because you're one STELLAR gal!
