Yeah, you know who you are. Descending upon my tranquility.
It took me twice as long to the coffee shop because of you bitches.
Jammin' up the sidewalk with those stupid baloons and your fat asses
(and your look-at-us, aren't-we-wonderful, do-gooding smugness).
Get outta my way. I don't like you.
Hundreds of women, and not one of you hot.
It's coz you're munchin' on those chips,
that your tits are fallin' off.
|Tired of pink-ribbon bullshit|