Weird stuff [DISCONTINUED]

Miss Baltimore crabs (Its been stuck in my head for forever)

Front step, cha cha cha,
Back step, cha cha cha,
Side, front step, back and turn

Front step, cha cha cha,
Back step, cha cha cha,
Side, front step, back and oh-
Amber look at this motley crew.
Uh, this town really has gone down hill since I was crowned Miss Baltimore Crabs.

Oh my god, how times have changed. These girls must be blind or completely deranged.
But time seem to haunt when I was miss baltimore crabs.

Amber that move is far to dirty.

Mother wake up from that dream of yours this isn't 1930.

You can laugh but life a test.
Don't do this or that. Remember mother knows best.
For the crowns in the vault.
From when I was Miss Baltimore Crabs.

These steps are perfect ammunition. Let me show you how your mommy took out the competition.
Girls, go get them.
Boys, let's rumba.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven

Those poor runner ups might still might hold some grudges they pattered their cups, but I screwed the judges.
Those broads thought they'd win if a plate, they would be a dance.

Not a chance.
Boys, put me down.
Oh good morning girls.
Let's see what you got.

Twist, twist, mash potato,mambo
Ready begin.

What's that, a dance for flees and ticks?
Oh, you should have seen my bag a tricks.
Oh, I hit the stage, batons ablaze.
While beating Aida and preparing soufflés. That triple somersault as I clenched Miss Baltimore Crabs.

Proceed.

Are you scared we're on live?

No I'm sure I can cope.

Well, this show isn't broad cast in. Cinemascope.

I never drank one chocolate malt.
No dessert for Miss Baltimore Crabs.

This one will never get a date in those hand me down close.
Kid, she'll never get a date till her daddy buys her a new nose.
I would say, "Oy, Gevault!" If I wasn't Miss Baltimore Crabs.

Do you dance like you dress.
Amber there's now need to be cruel.
Would you swim in an integrated pool?

I sure would, I'm all for integration, it's the new frontier.

Not in Baltimore it isn't.
And may I be frank?

First impressions can be tough, and when I saw you I knew it.
If your size weren't enough, your last answer just blew it.
And so my dear, so short and stout, you'll never be in so we're kicking you out!
With your form and your face, it isn't your fault.

You're just down with a case of, Miss Baltimore Crabs.

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Friday. August 16. 2019.