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A girl always sits in the corner of her room
Just sitting on a pile of dirty clothing I assume
I have never seen her wash a single damn piece
And everyday she is in the same damn fleece
The attire she wears is something of rags
Something created from garbage and tags
She sits by herself without ever knowing
That her shirt needs a little bit of hardcore sewing
She sits in the dark due to lack of friends and depression
Little does she know,
that changing her clothes would teach her a valuable lesson
But one morning her mother bought her new garmets,
And deodorant to spray under her armpits
But, the very next day she met a young boy
He brought her to his house
which revealed his joy,
his obsession with collectables and toys
His room was filled to the top with dirty trucks and wagons
He had squirt guns and mud pies and even small dragons
The boy apparently doesn't have much time
so when he eats he leaves the crumbs behind
His room is filled with cardboard and rocks
It reminded the girl of her room full of socks
Within a month she went back to being a garbage can
Then moved in with the toy boy in his house full of sand
Then in a day they were going to wed in a chapel
But the church denied access and said they were mental
So they ran off to mexico and had a fiesta
With cakes, salsa, and dirty underwear inside of a blender
It was a fabulous family
As far as anyone could see
They lived in their house dirty as can be
And they somehow lived very demented yet happily
A girl always sits in the corner of her room
Just sitting on a pile of dirty clothing I assume
I have never seen her wash a single damn piece
And everyday she is in the same damn fleece
The attire she wears is something of rags
Something created from garbage and tags
She sits by herself without ever knowing
That her shirt needs a little bit of hardcore sewing
She sits in the dark due to lack of friends and depression
Little does she know,
that changing her clothes would teach her a valuable lesson
But one morning her mother bought her new garmets,
And deodorant to spray under her armpits
But, the very next day she met a young boy
He brought her to his house
which revealed his joy,
his obsession with collectables and toys
His room was filled to the top with dirty trucks and wagons
He had squirt guns and mud pies and even small dragons
The boy apparently doesn't have much time
so when he eats he leaves the crumbs behind
His room is filled with cardboard and rocks
It reminded the girl of her room full of socks
Within a month she went back to being a garbage can
Then moved in with the toy boy in his house full of sand
Then in a day they were going to wed in a chapel
But the church denied access and said they were mental
So they ran off to mexico and had a fiesta
With cakes, salsa, and dirty underwear inside of a blender
It was a fabulous family
As far as anyone could see
They lived in their house dirty as can be
And they somehow lived very demented yet happily