Thursday, March 26, 2009

Fancy Dresses and Consequences

I want a pretty boyfriend
With a pretty ugly soul
And a really great smile
That falsely reflects on my face.

I wanna date a jock
Who can bench 315,
Who's 12 heads taller than me
So he can't see my face.

I want a shiny car
That costs more than a house
So I can drive my friends around
And crash into a minivan with three kids in the back.

I wanna be a movie star
With money in a vault
For buying fur coats and sunglasses
That only People Magazine care about.

I want to be on drugs
Because all the cool kids are doing it,
Then I can go to all the parties
And jump off a garage roof.

I wanna be rich
So I can have three TVs
And watch any show I want.
Then I won't know who's dying in school shootings.

I want to cover up my zits
And wear short skirts
So all the guys chase me
And I can fall on my face after high school.

I want to be a slut
So I'm on everybody's laps
And everybody's lips when I'm gone,
So I blend in with everyone else.

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I want a piano.
I want an Augustana CD.
I want a piece of toast.
I want a pretty boyfriend
With a pretty great soul.

The End =]

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