You say I am too skinny,
and you call me a *****
You are kind of mean.
You take all that I have to eat
and you steal my treat.
You are pretty mean.
You take my money
and ****** my honey.
You are really mean.
Mommy says I have to fight back
and stop you from stealing my snack.
I think you will maybe stop being mean.
Turns out Mommy was wrong
you sang a mean song
about me
and you stole Miss Becky's tea
and blamed it on me.
Maybe you will never stop being mean.
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 10:50 PM UTC
You say I am too skinny,
and you call me a *****
You are kind of mean.
You take all that I have to eat
and you steal my treat.
You are pretty mean.
You take my money
and ****** my honey.
You are really mean.
Mommy says I have to fight back
and stop you from stealing my snack.
I think you will maybe stop being mean.
Turns out Mommy was wrong
you sang a mean song
about me
and you stole Miss Becky's tea
and blamed it on me.
Maybe you will never stop being mean.
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