Oh Sweetie, just shut your face
I would love to see you in my place.
You say you're poor
yet have more money than a whore.
Your car sucks
but it's worth a couple thousand bucks.
Your bosses hate you at your job,
it would help if you weren't such a knob.
You sit and freak if you get a B,
then laugh at me when I get a D.
I work ten times harder than you ever did
and raise my sister like she's my own kid.
I work two jobs and have no money
to pay my bills, it's not even funny.
Any day now my car will die.
All your bitching is such a lie.
Oh Sweetie just shut your face,
I would love to see you in my place.
















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