In the pink collar ghetto,
With my 77 for every dollar you make.
Unless of course, my skirt is short,
May I take your order?
The American dream is tragic,
Happily ever after isn't so happy after all.
Just push your boobs up to your throat and smile.
Can you shake your booty harder for this video?
Please excuse my mood swings,
And the many forms of me.
Keep away from children and A-cup breasts.
Because it washes and dries,
A woman's place is up your ass, she says.
Your solution to everything is such a bore.
You have not come a long way baby,
Excuse me while I remove my breasts.
So tell me sister,
Could you, be the perfect wife?