Pageant Girl
Pageant Girl
She’s as pretty as a picture, she is.
Her Mother was in the biz.
She’s bubbly,
that girl has super fashion fizz!
Her hair has flare,
her curves bounce without a care,
as she struts by, people stare.
She wants to leave, but she’d never dare.
Her Mother pumps her with speed,
she’s taught her to throw-up using
a long pine needle or a crooked leaf.
That girl’s a model;
she looks damn good in a golden sheath.
But she’s as dumb as they run,
marrying a rich man and making him moan
is the only way her adult game will be won.
Poor dumb
Pageant Girl!
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