Doo. Dur-dur-dur-dee-dur. Man, I just flow. Shoe shine. No one wanted your stinking tiara. Cuz no one wanted your stinky chair. And why you always talk about the cool kids who take archery. Yeah you’re
clothes to fit your guilt, what's your size?. This purse can hold my black card and tiara. Versace promises I will, Dolce Vita. Pre-Chorus. What do you wanna wear this spring?. What do you think is the new
La lune, trop blme, (the moon, too white). pose un diadme (puts a tiara). sur tes cheveux roux. (on your red hair). La lune, trop rousse, (the moon, too red). de gloire clabousse (with glory