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This is our new anthem, my little LJ friends:
Sing it with me now, sing it ''Up with the bitches, up, uppity up with the bitches!''
Look at me, hey, look at me, I rock I'm the best, kiss my ass and
pass the test, pray that someday you're going to be as great as me.
I have my whole life planned out, a house and a cat, and 3 fucking kids called Pat, Matt and Kat.
Up with the bitches, hey up with the bitches.
Daddy bought me jewelry, and daddy bought me clothes. You checking out my cars? Ha, daddy bought
me those.
I smoked pot once, it got me high, and I drank once too, I drink all the time, because you see,
I'm a rebel. I also smoke. Do I want a cigarette? Oh, no thank-you because you see, I'm stopping.
I'm not a virgin. I'm a tiger in the sack! Check it out, hey, I fucked up that guy's back, I was
that good.
Aren't my tits great? Yeah, they're a double D. I used to be a C, but daddy paid for these.
Oh but don't think my life is great. Oh no, my life actually sucks. Wait... it's cool
to be from a broken home, right? It is? It's cool to live with shite? Okay then!
Then yes, I AM from a broken home. No, no child abuse. No, their marriage isn't loose, but they argue now and then,
about what to eat for dinner, and the meaning of zen.
So my hair... you like? I wanted to get spikes, because that's rebel-like.
But then I thought going short would sort of not look in. It's safer if I
just iron 'n dye my locks, like all the rest, cuz Britney rocks my socks.
I think I'm fat. I know I'm fat. I swear to fucking god I'm fat. Look at my thighs, check out
my cellulite, let's not discuss my hips, what a load of shite, and god, my ass? Not a pretty sight.
I'm...I'm not fat? You sure? Hang on there, check this shit. Tell me I'm 'fine' and I'll
throw a hissy-fit. Let me whip out my tummy... looking kinda bumpy?
Check out this non-existent roll of fat! Oh my god, my stomach's flat!
So I'm NOT fat! Oh thank-you Hannah you've saved my day! Shit you just saw my thong, does
that make me gay?
So now I feel great, but wait, lemme set you straight, I'm not done bitching. Oh no,
I'm far from done. Look at my skin! I need the sun, need a fake tan if I'm gonna get me a man.
Blokes our age are so lame, they're all the same, so superficial and fake, a bunch of flakes.
I'm deep, I swear I'm deep. Hey! Check out my poetry, teacher said I rock. Daddy said I'm
a chip of the old block. He's great my dad. Oh shit, I mean he sucks.
He grounded me the other day, all because I came home late. What's a girl to do?
So that's basically my life, gonna make a great wife, with my really deep thoughts
and my toned down mouth.
Now excuse me, fan club, I'm going to take a bath, read a magazine and a half, soak in
bubbles, forget my troubles (see, I can't decide: hair up or down for tomorrow?)
But remember, I AM a bad chick. (By the way, everyone at my house tomorrow to watch a flick),
and watch your back, because I'm a rebel, and I'm hear to tell you all to tremble at the sound
of my hooker boots on the dirty pavement.
Sing it with me now, sing it ''Up with the bitches, up, uppity up with the bitches!''
Sing it with me now, sing it ''Up with the bitches, up, uppity up with the bitches!''
Look at me, hey, look at me, I rock I'm the best, kiss my ass and
pass the test, pray that someday you're going to be as great as me.
I have my whole life planned out, a house and a cat, and 3 fucking kids called Pat, Matt and Kat.
Up with the bitches, hey up with the bitches.
Daddy bought me jewelry, and daddy bought me clothes. You checking out my cars? Ha, daddy bought
me those.
I smoked pot once, it got me high, and I drank once too, I drink all the time, because you see,
I'm a rebel. I also smoke. Do I want a cigarette? Oh, no thank-you because you see, I'm stopping.
I'm not a virgin. I'm a tiger in the sack! Check it out, hey, I fucked up that guy's back, I was
that good.
Aren't my tits great? Yeah, they're a double D. I used to be a C, but daddy paid for these.
Oh but don't think my life is great. Oh no, my life actually sucks. Wait... it's cool
to be from a broken home, right? It is? It's cool to live with shite? Okay then!
Then yes, I AM from a broken home. No, no child abuse. No, their marriage isn't loose, but they argue now and then,
about what to eat for dinner, and the meaning of zen.
So my hair... you like? I wanted to get spikes, because that's rebel-like.
But then I thought going short would sort of not look in. It's safer if I
just iron 'n dye my locks, like all the rest, cuz Britney rocks my socks.
I think I'm fat. I know I'm fat. I swear to fucking god I'm fat. Look at my thighs, check out
my cellulite, let's not discuss my hips, what a load of shite, and god, my ass? Not a pretty sight.
I'm...I'm not fat? You sure? Hang on there, check this shit. Tell me I'm 'fine' and I'll
throw a hissy-fit. Let me whip out my tummy... looking kinda bumpy?
Check out this non-existent roll of fat! Oh my god, my stomach's flat!
So I'm NOT fat! Oh thank-you Hannah you've saved my day! Shit you just saw my thong, does
that make me gay?
So now I feel great, but wait, lemme set you straight, I'm not done bitching. Oh no,
I'm far from done. Look at my skin! I need the sun, need a fake tan if I'm gonna get me a man.
Blokes our age are so lame, they're all the same, so superficial and fake, a bunch of flakes.
I'm deep, I swear I'm deep. Hey! Check out my poetry, teacher said I rock. Daddy said I'm
a chip of the old block. He's great my dad. Oh shit, I mean he sucks.
He grounded me the other day, all because I came home late. What's a girl to do?
So that's basically my life, gonna make a great wife, with my really deep thoughts
and my toned down mouth.
Now excuse me, fan club, I'm going to take a bath, read a magazine and a half, soak in
bubbles, forget my troubles (see, I can't decide: hair up or down for tomorrow?)
But remember, I AM a bad chick. (By the way, everyone at my house tomorrow to watch a flick),
and watch your back, because I'm a rebel, and I'm hear to tell you all to tremble at the sound
of my hooker boots on the dirty pavement.
Sing it with me now, sing it ''Up with the bitches, up, uppity up with the bitches!''