You hate her, You wannabe her
You Hate Her, You Wannabe Her ~ Miss A. There she goes again, Enlightening the path behind her Going in her flow, tip-toe. Oh! Who's she again? Stop her, where's she heading for? Try on hittin', but she has a sense of wit underlying. You'd try to compress her, make her belong, Oh! That... "Don't make me hate you more". Who's she again? What did she do to get here? Oh! What a slut! Impeccable imprecations all prejudiced. 'Cause there's no way you'd know ever her inside. You spill shit, before you open up your mouth, You'd shout, she's rushing, making her way, The path clears on its own, she can't be sabotaged. For after-all, you're wearing fabric, And she's wearing art. You're taunting curiosity, She's teasing drama. You're haunting fear, She's ensembling pain. And you know you'd end in vain, When she's moving a pawn in her game. Oh! you but wanna silently be her, The miles to reach, but somehow...