What's with the world weary attitude
Going out of the way to be crude
A self proclaimed b**** spastic
You snap back like elastic
All verbal adder all wherewithal
A born and bred know it all
But every time you slip and fall you tumble from the wall
And just before the dust subsides I see it in your eyes
You're no more than five years old
The real you shines through
That little girl got no attention
Hence this hideous reinvention
Don't label me misogynist
There's plenty little boys on my s*** list
Now that little girl needs a big hug
Just stay there on the rug
Going out of the way to be crude
A self proclaimed b**** spastic
You snap back like elastic
All verbal adder all wherewithal
A born and bred know it all
But every time you slip and fall you tumble from the wall
And just before the dust subsides I see it in your eyes
You're no more than five years old
The real you shines through
That little girl got no attention
Hence this hideous reinvention
Don't label me misogynist
There's plenty little boys on my s*** list
Now that little girl needs a big hug
Just stay there on the rug