I remember my first tryout And my second and third too All the fear and holy hell the judges put me through I felt so belittled Man, they put me on the rack And now that I'm a senior, this is my chance to give back
I'll uphold the great tradition With these young lives on my watch Let's set the stage, I've come of age To be a raging, castrating Biotch, biotch! Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |