Trauma Queen Junkie

There is too much make-up on her pretty face
Eye-shadow and lipstick
She is like a leopard skin tiger
And now she wants your Zippo
To light her c I g  a – r – O  - flame
She jiggles

And she wiggles

Those eye lashes
She is a Rock & Roll spider
Her boots are too tight
Her G-string so bright
Her birthday is round about the

Oh Never mind
She has a permanent tallness

Her teeth are…yes flawless
She is the straight in an aero buster
She is a hallelujah white wash
She is as common as a royal flush
Her chap’ pie just the right fit
She is a Panel Van

Dub - ble - clutch
She uses too much good stuff
She is a trauma queen junkie
A tear jerkin mama
Dropped tears in her whisky
She is a hip hop hubcap junkie
Oh she like her boy friends funky
And still too much eye shadow
Tear jerk junky cookie
Oh!! She thinks she is funky
But real cranky junkie

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