I'm lean, I'm clean,
I'm a crazy irish queen.
I've had a bath and I've had a laugh,
Sitting in my room with a great big giraffe.
This girl she gave me dirty looks through her glasses,
She thinks she's one of those cool lasses.
She thinks I'm from Mars but I am not,
I'm just too spicy, I'm hot hot hot.
Shaking my hair like I just don't care,
Shaking it like shakira, watch her glare.
Will you be my friend?
I'll drive you round the bend,
But i give good hugs
And I don't do drugs!
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Author:
Renzi Mars (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 15th, 2017 04:03
- Category: Humor
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Comments3
Good fun write.
To each his own. Hugs.
You may be crazy (even though that is more in the eye of the beholder), but you are a great writer. Love it.
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