I have to be ugly for you
They dissociate me
To see what I will say
What I will do
They like the déclassé
From our class at Christian school
They were the least popular girls
Not the cheerleaders
They ranted racist views
At anyone
Without whiter skin
You needed to believe
The Anglo-Saxons
English fiefdoms
Are always right
When did you ditch the dog man
Criminals call sell a story
In Australia
That means you buddy
People who don’t believe
Celebrities are narcissists
Haven’t seen the true colours
Of men who think some women
Couldn’t put their story
On the internet
Women who get more surgery than you
Condescend to and belittle women
Who refuse to make life
All about them
I didn’t want to be in the industry
I was just on holidays
For two weeks
After leaving Venezeula
Said I would send my children
To school in Switzerland
Then they said we won’t let you have any
I want my children in the monarchy
If I steal your work I can pretend to be creative
He also said
He needed to steal money to be close to royalty