So, Princess. Who do you think you are? Why are you special? Because...what, your skin's soft and you're pretty? And all the boys are mad for you? You want us all to feel shitty? Is that it? What makes you think you're so cute? Look at this bitch here, Sally! Sally says you were giving Ronnie hand jobs in the alley! What's this? How dare you be so hot? What? You're dating the student body president with clout? Hey, Barbara, get a load of this! Barbara says you put out! I can't believe this! How come the boys don't see right through you? I know! It's because they all get to screw you! Mary, shame on you,for inflating her head next you'll be telling me she nailed Willie T. That's what he said. Oh my god, you bitch! You know you're not right Cousin Raul said he saw you with Stryker last night And your head was in his lap, doing nasty stuff Looks like you were getting it rough Why do they call you Princess, anyway? That stupid tiara on your head? Even Tommy says for twenty bucks he got to take you to bed. And the worst part about all of it? What they told me in band? Is that you got a ding-a-ling You're a man! Wait...you are? So the questions came to an end It hit Julie with a bang That Princess and her tiara looked better than she did And Princess has a wang.Birth sign: Aries
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