You sassy, foul-mouthed gal With a top that says "**** patriarchy" And a look that could **** a fly with a stare How are you doing? I imagine life must have given you enough lemons To open up a whole monopoly on lemonade **** has been dealt to you like a poker card And you just kept your bluff face on Not letting them get through you Or around you
You always repel people that are too pretentious Maybe they can't brush strokes of realism You are a masterpiece in a tank top I imagine you had an amazing childhood You played with their hearts as if they were fire You played them beautifully
How interesting that a girl like you Could lace your fingers around the world And bend it over Your electric blue fingernails Demanding no explanation But seems to say, "here I am, I may look cute but I assure you; My eyelashes can give you third degree wounds; Lay a finger on me and I will lay my palm In your cheek-with a force of a white dwarf star"