Aurora borealis, she値l sue your lights out
Criticize thee and you won稚 ever be
Bourgeoisie, mess with thee
And you値l be a proletariat
Before you know-e-it
Rabble-rousers they be
Steer clear of thee
She値l sprinkle you with her putrid pee-wee
Worse than that . . .
What is worse than that?
She値l turn her fetid nose up at you
And make you wish you hadn稚 smelled her likeness
Turn your back on her and she値l make empty threats
Poo-poo, if she only knew . . .
She looks in the mirror and sees a shrew
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