Everyone forgot about little Kharrrrarrah Sitting alone, in a silver tiara A good little boy looked just like his father Running with scissors and tearing
Lay her down, line her up All she's taken, all she took All she sees in all she needs Is this popsickle pill, pink aniseed Pink aniseed Why do you feed
I'm just a girl don't want to be a lady But all I want to do is be really lazy I sit around I'm catching flies Porn on TV my only prize I don't want
You are the one I love, and the one I hate I tried to tell you but now it's too late And as I walk alone the skies turn gray I'm dying to tell you coz
