Bitter

You're like a Chantelle clone,
Lights are on but there's no-one home,
I'd rather be own with porn, smoking a cone and getting stoned.

You're really full of it,
Actually you're full of shit,
You're just a boring tit and I can't stand it one bit!

I can see that you're pretty that is blatant,
But upstairs you're pretty vacant,
Stop telling me all the compliments that you've taken,
You're making me lose my patience.

Seen not heard. You belong in a porn-mag,
Choking on cock--love to see you gag,
Because you're just a slag,
And the only thing you'll look good in is a body-bag!