From the First Time that I Sang A Song
Note from Leticia: *Juby props to Jill for helpin' me wit dis*
"My boobs are real," I said
How was I to know my fakeness would show?
Sluttiness up ahead, surgery behind
Where do I go?
And you didn't hear my real voice through the mic
And my moves didn't flow with the song
The Rolling Stone shoot wasn't wrong
CHORUS
From the first time that I sang a song
There's just a thing or two I'd like you to know
It was all lip synced, wasn't the real thing
From the fake hair to the very bronzed skin.
...From the first time that I sang a song,
Even though time may hope to find me some talent
Started with MMC, nobody liked me
Hated by you-----
From the first time that I sang a song.
"Teenies," I said "please vote"
For me and my song on TRL.
It fell down to number 10
Because of that gay flower I put on my head
When I put my hands
On my fake boobs and tan
Your respect for me fades all away
Getting sluttier day by day
CHORUS
Degrading myself, baggy jumpsuits don't help
And fan's signs make it perfectly clear
WHITE TRASH WHORE SINGING HERE!
CHORUS
"My boobs are real," I said.
How was I to know my fakenes would show?