Hey you!
With the perfect hair and mascara that never runs
You with the long legs, blonde hair, blue eyes,
perfect boobs and perfect thighs
Who do you think you are?
Acting like you're not one of us,
like you're so much better
You won't even dare think of ever using the bus
You may think that your shit smells of roses,
but all your life is, is a bunch of poses
I hope one day you get run over and left in a ditch
Cos' then you'd make such a perfect dead bitch!