Kamikaze
01-10-2004, 07:23 PM
The winds of change,
Don't blow her way,
She lives by the bottle,
Every single day.
She has a style,
All of her own,
She's waiting for the time when,
She's fully grown.
And she's mad and she's foul,
She barely passes for a gal,
Her fashion icon died,
In a psychadellic trance.
She drinks and she smokes,
She laughs at her own jokes,
When she is mother will she be
A bad influence?
She needs a bath,
She's like a bum,
She takes on guys like,
She grows her own.
If you could see her,
You'd turn your nose.
The stench she gives off,
Just really blows!
And she's mad and she's loud!
She barely passes for a gal,
She wears dirty jeans,
And smelly pants.
She's foul to the extreme,
She acts like she's a teen,
But when she is a mother will she be,
A bad influence?
Will she grow up?
Just in time for it to arrive.
Will she even respect,
The fact she's created life?
She's dirty and she's gross,
She bites her smelly toes,
Most men wouldn't give her,
A second glance.
She's filthy and absurd,
Unlike you've ever heard,
But will this new thing be her,
New second chance?
And she's mad and she's foul,
She barely passes for a gal,
Her fashion icon died,
In a seventies trance.
She drinks and she smokes,
She laughs at her own jokes,
When she is mother will she be
A bad influence?
Don't blow her way,
She lives by the bottle,
Every single day.
She has a style,
All of her own,
She's waiting for the time when,
She's fully grown.
And she's mad and she's foul,
She barely passes for a gal,
Her fashion icon died,
In a psychadellic trance.
She drinks and she smokes,
She laughs at her own jokes,
When she is mother will she be
A bad influence?
She needs a bath,
She's like a bum,
She takes on guys like,
She grows her own.
If you could see her,
You'd turn your nose.
The stench she gives off,
Just really blows!
And she's mad and she's loud!
She barely passes for a gal,
She wears dirty jeans,
And smelly pants.
She's foul to the extreme,
She acts like she's a teen,
But when she is a mother will she be,
A bad influence?
Will she grow up?
Just in time for it to arrive.
Will she even respect,
The fact she's created life?
She's dirty and she's gross,
She bites her smelly toes,
Most men wouldn't give her,
A second glance.
She's filthy and absurd,
Unlike you've ever heard,
But will this new thing be her,
New second chance?
And she's mad and she's foul,
She barely passes for a gal,
Her fashion icon died,
In a seventies trance.
She drinks and she smokes,
She laughs at her own jokes,
When she is mother will she be
A bad influence?