I was born to please the glitteratti Treat them like they’re gods right here on earth. Whether a Kardashian or Gotti They think I’ doomed to serve them since my birth. I’m meant to feed you, bathe you Live my life just for you. I’ve got to primp you, **** you Wipe your royal ****. And if I move too slow You’ll call me ****!
I’m so benighted And I’ve not denied it. I was born without a soul And I know I’m lost now. My life is blighted And very much misguided. Somewhere inside There is a soul who really Should know how.
I thought I could gut it out forever But I found I could only take so much. Putting up with daily kissing ***** Made me want to retch from every touch. You are disgusting, thrusting Your face in everywhere. Like you are something; you’re nothing, Got nothing to share! I no longer care.
I’m not divided And I just can’t hide it. I want a life and I intend To go and get one A real one. So get excited. I have decided To grow a pair and do What I know I ought to. Got to!