• My imagination is wicked
    it's a real true beauty
    the way things crawl out of my head
    makes me a real true cutie

    as I make mistakes and dye my hair
    I'll wear two pairs of underwear
    as I'll haunt wax figures until they move
    there's nothing of my looks I need to improve

    and as I hear the baby whine
    I'll pinch it's face until it cries
    but only for a moment
    then I'll whine for a donut

    so I wear a long dress that's old
    because it defends off the long winter cold
    because fire even comes out of my nose
    excuse me because my farts are bold
    but I am not bragging
    my mother's just a dragon