thought she was nice 'cause she was kind to animals thought she was fair cause she's a vegetarian and now i think twice she seems a little vacant upstairs i know that's not nice but neither am i i don't care what she thinks of me i think of her and i'm glad it's not part of me with a cultured and bruised mentality she brought it on herself and we all pay the penalty she took on the world and lost everything on the way poor girl they'll say she's at it again she says i got selective reasoning it leaves me on end and complicates the patience in me and now i know why she likes the fashion of attention she'll fuck with your mind talkin' shit but so can i pink parasol, she wants a pink parasol they'll say it's not her fault just a victim of circumstance and we'll pick her up when she falls fuck that i can't stand it