Wicked
Wicked
She can play any game
Better that all the boys
When they lose she high fives
And like to make some noise
She’s always the first choice
To be on your team
And when they win
She likes to go for ice cream
And she’s just a regular girl
Not confined to her femininity
She’s just as wicked
As all the boys can be
She’s just one of the guys
Down in second street
But she’s still so glamorous
Everybody would love to meet
Little time in front the mirror
She’s out side of the box
Likes the old karate shows
With a guy call the silver fox
And every Sundays nights
They go to the Hindi movies
She is a pretty sight to see
But wicked as the boys can be
Going to the bush
Picking fruits
Sliding down the mud
In a big rubber boots
Following the boys
And climbing up a tree
She can be as wicked
As any boy can be
Down in second street ste. Madeleine
We grow up with one just like she
Her name was Jennifer badree
And she was wicked as the boys can be
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