The Erratic Angel Its about a girl who has her head in cloud nine always.
The erratic angel
The megalomaniacs,
Their erraticity does stun
She thinks she’s the only one
That bloated ego resides in her?
She needs a real doctor.
The times we are together
Are like a pain,
You know where
Alas it’s a stain
But I can’t help say it
I can’t dare.
The way they work
Their minds are dumb
They are simple quirks
So forgive them pop
For they know not
What is what?
What is what?
What is what?
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