It matters, it matters not
He loves me, he loves me
Ink blood red on the page
Mages study up in white towers
Come down fuckers!
Place owls reside, I want you to try
Chicken sucks, it’s expensive
If you like libation outside of potions
It’s the place to be
Scantily clad wenches sitting on benches
Quarter of a stripper fantasy at half price
Can’t you see it’s the place to be!
Come with me
Continue down the rabble hole
Wherever it goes
Faces of fruit wherever they grow
They’re after me lucky charms
Ain’t no harm, brain scatter unarmed
Reload, hope, hop on the boat
Elope to heaven
Elrond’s elven east
Oh bittersweet sadness
Riven to madness
Sweat and sour tofu for Boo
Did I scare you?
Na, I’m pretty apathetic
Computer program
Composite of experiences and Pepsi commercials
If it were up to me we’d shop at marshals
Gasp* Noooooooooo…
Zara’s on par with everything that’s come before
Stores change within weeks
Never know what’s gonna be there
Want to be a fashion-ista?
Shop if your wallet fat
Not many discounts for us low paid rats
Maze wandering 24 hours before end of eternity
Clothes so fly though
Not for the shy though
Peacock in a pea coat
Rock out with your cock out
Replace cheap back rags
Self-inflated ego
I’m important!
You want to know how important I am?
I do my own inflation
Illusion complete, ill-iteration
