let me tell you a story about a girl
she’s really 6
and she’s blissfully happy lately. she loves herself, her life, her friends and her family like never before. except sometimes she cries. she cries for new orleans, she cries for the world. she wishes she was in nola but instead she’s in eff-mont. eff-mont is yucky.
but then she gets her music out, strips down to her underoos, and dances in front of a camera pretending she‘s cute. remember the part about being 6? well you're about to see it played out.
she picked up homie traits from the south and is not about to let them go
did you catch that x-ray spex shirt? yeah she just made it. sometimes she does cool stuff like that.
but mainly she’s a bum with smoker lungs so she has a bad habit of sitting a lot.
but she does it hot like, see?
oooo seductive.
she’s so lazy she won’t even clean her room or mirror.
wait did she put on pants for that picture? yes she had to go outside.
but her pants are for outdoors only so back inside and on the floor they go. she's so white trash and what's with those peace signs? does she know those are more scene then gangster?
no she's gangster!
what’s wrong with her hand in this one, is she retarded? no no she just likes to show off her cheap ice.
music time is over now so she ends it with a passion
grr
next she goes to watch i love lucy or ill as the cool kids call it. nothing on tv can compete.
then off to the computer to look at random things that make her happy.
oh yes she loves a softer world.
but then she has to go to bed because she has work at 5pm! she’s such an early bird. her job is lame but she needs money for things like hot tattoos like this:
and to go to sweet shows like this guys
oh yes she loves him too
the end.