Archive for July 29th, 2009
Miss Missy likes to smell the air..
Missy likes to smell the air
she holds her nose up high.
SHe thinks she invites all the stare
which makes all wanna die
You run by chance into just her chair
she yells at you “How do yo dare”
You know, she knows that you dont care
but yet she shrieks like witch from blair.
like a banshee you pay to see in a fair
she blows her lid off in the air
the stare the glare her anger’s share
evade the flying footwear
if you may, please her by leaving from there
coz she makes me wanna pull out my hair
yes Missy likes to smell the air…
Just like Missy you pretend,
you think you complete the Earth’s end.
if you could, please you may lend
some brain to me, help me think the trend
you may be pretty
but you aint smart
your sidekick men push you to start
the shimmy you do..
your ways to woo..
will last for a decade or two
your mental device leaves you out bare
but yet you like to smell the air
you hold your nose so up and high
which makes everyone wanna die.
