Out of her mouth it came as no surprise
Lipstick stained on whipcream lies
I feel that if i had been uglier
It would have been easier
There it sat, blinked and spat
In a black feather hat
And said "the rat"
I now possess quasi success
But she wants to be a better singer
Swing the heartache
Just for her sake
But she wants to be a better singer
Swing the heartache
Just for her sake