You stink Mr.

You stink

You spaced out green monster

You stink

You Mr Scrooge

You stink

And you won’t have me

Because his love for me is huge

You stink

And you know it

It’s there in your name

You stink in all your glory, your power and your fame

You sit and you sulk

Like a pitiful little boy

Because you know this broken doll

Won’t become your toy

I love the one who is working hard for me

And you should know it isn’t you

You stink and I can’t take it

You stink like…. Ew

I know these games you are playing

I know what you try to do

But you’re not getting this broken dolly

So off you go now, shoo!


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