The Golden Chain
You with your cutey face and
Your cutey little dress
Shut up, stop it now
Your nothing but an ugly hore
How, how do I get you off my back
How how, do I carry you, your so fat
Flosey, coutche, hootchie
Broken mirror, couldn't take it
Try to make go ahead and break it
I wish I was two sizes smaller
So I could fit into this bad dress
Your more than a mess
Just a bitch, with her golden chain
How how do I get you off of my back
How, how, do I carry you
You' sooo fat
Hey , hey I'm all that I wana be
Cry, cry that dress cost me 93
You spoiled little brats all the money
In the world for doing nothing
Designer clothes fashion
It is nothing but a big add
You wear advertisement
shut the fuck up and choose
your partners, people
all confused why am I in
here stuck in the middle of all this
You are not my very best friend
Two equals four minus eight
The door is now shut
You can no longer attend
All man has built why
How do I get you off of my back
How, How can I carry you
Your so fat
She waits ,in her trickle palace
Lushious green moons and chalace
This can't be done in time of malice
WE must'n become gallored
Tee time, soon , moving to and fro
Hehe oh look at me ha ha oh he he
the mirror image is so pretty
me with her golden chain.
me, soon , moving to and fro
Hehe oh look at me ha ha oh he he
the mirror
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