MEAN GIRL
She’s a rich, mean girl
Struttin’ down the street,
With a scowl on her face
For everyone she’ll meet.
She looks down on you,
Down on your clothes,
With her stuck up nose
Wherever she goes.
With her painted face
And pouty lips,
She’d chuckle if she saw
An old man trip.
She’s so mean,
It is written,
She’d pull the whiskers
Off a sweet, little kitten.
And she’s so mean,
If you stay a while,
You’ll see her heart
Must be filled with bile!
Yes, she’s a rich, mean girl
Struttin’ down the street,
With a scowl on her face
For everyone she’ll meet.
🙂
SOUTHERN WRITER 