They say I’m no ordinary girl
A human tornado with a whirly curl
Trapped by Television
All trashed up in my Eurovision.

Crossroads with forks and arrows
The sign post said this way to the straight and narrow,
Could’ve been married
Could’ve had a four wheel drive pumpkin carriage.

Could’ve had kids in the kitchen
In a urbanised prison like a fairy tale pulp fiction,
They say Prince Big Fish would have been a good catch
Could’ve been a rich bitch, a comfortable snatch.

A tennis playing poker playing snitch
Desperate fucking with afternoon latte with the ladida bitch!
Blowjobs reserved for moonlight,
As my cunt drips wet diamonds In the sunlight!

Dangerous in the bedroom
Taciturn in my headroom,
Wanton fingers in the crux of my crotch
Drugs, sex and revenge is the religion I suck.

Charity work to appease our wretched souls
Blood stained corporate shirts from stigmata holes,
Lonely in pursuit of the elusive happiness
Electrocution is the trip switch to my elocution snappiness.