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Now call me crazy but I’ll call you superficial,
Your approval of my opinion is somewhat artificial.
You say that I’m cute and that I’m really, really nice,
But for being myself I’m paying the price.
Your outlook on me is just not that fair,
When you judge me for my jeans and my long blonde hair.
My music is trash with no rhythm or pitch,
Shows what you know you superficial bitch!

When I first met you I thought you were fine,
But your fucking ego swallowed up mine.
To your high-ass standards, I’m a nobody prick.
That’s a stab in the back you punk ass trick.

You’d go out with me but I’m not your type,
With my Airwalk and Jnco and my three stripes.
You’re not trying to be hateful, hurtful, or mean,
But you keep away from me to keep your reputation clean
I’m not a fucking preppy player Hilfigger prick,
You crush me with hate, I’ll crush your head with a brick.
Roll your eyes, hate me, ignore me, turn your head,
In the eyes of you bitch, I’m better off dead.

Superficial Bitch, You’re a punk-ass trick.