I'm not saying it's bad to be a girl. I'd rather be dead myself.
I left high-school, lost the will to live and here I am
Marcy, haven't you ever got up in the morning and realize something was missing? Of course you do, you must when you open your pajama top
So, when some moo-cow thunders in here with a pie under each chin, I'm not supposed to ask if that's the Star Spangled banner she's belching so I know whether to sit or stand
