Tarna, Shes our fan,
OMG – our only fan is a man? Well at least we got one so give her a hand.
To be our only fan, now that is grand.
She pees in a pan, its okay cause she is a man.
She kicks her can, cause we know she has a fake tan.
Her we cant ban, cause shes our fan!
She moved to tamworth, upstate,
unlike us, she doesnt stay up late,
unlike the chinese, bree we do not hate,
to not have slits for eyes, that is her fate.
She has a tendency to steal your crate,
she cant help it, its just her trait.
Setting a trap, using meaghan as the bait,
Well lure her in, and lock her in a stolen crate.
We’ll take her on a date, it will be great,
it is then that we will mate.
Kirstieeeee, you really make me thirsty.
She stayed up til five thirty, couldnt go any later cause she would hurty.
She did the dirty, and finished with a curtsy.
Did i mention, shes actually forty?
By the way, hes gay and we hate her
Once this kid called Katy decided she would mate with a tree,
it made her need to pee, which caused her to feel free,
she started singing i need to wee wee! would anyone like to see?
also to see me get stung by a bee, whilst i attempt to pee like a he?
then out of the crowd rose a little nerd screamin me me !!!
i want to see Katy pee, oh please, it would make me jump for glee
Sara,
She likes her car, thinks it will get her pretty far,
she drives it to the gay-bar, along the road made of tar.
She said taa, when blake gave her his bra.
She rides things that go baa, but dont tell her maa,
or she’ll put her in a jar- her and her small bar.
Where to start, Meaghan is a tart.
Shes not really into art, however she does like to fart.
She likes to shop at Wal-Mart, thats where she buys her darts,
But only after eating a turkish cream tart, on a horse drawn cart.
She saw a chinese man, and shot him through the heart,
with the dart, she had got from Wal-mart.
She said “hmm i would hide the body, if i were smart”
But she wasnt, so all she did was fart.
There was a girl with frizzy hair,
she took me to her lair and did me like a bear.
My t-shirt she did tear, and all i could wear was her frizzy hair.
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