There they go again,
Fawning over rich men.
Tons of makeup,
And revealing clothes and such.
They call us names,
When it fits their own games.
Stupid to a new level,
And they act like they trying to be the devil.
Annoying to Pluto,
And as thin as a noddle.
Unable to punch them,
We turn into a true gem.
Remember that with their fame and mistakes,
They are still just fakes.
