Raven-haired is my dear Katy,
I want take her on a datey
Her make-up's thick and kinda cakey,
Yet when she smiles, my heart goes breaky.
Although she's deep and contemplatey,
Lyrically, her songs aren't weighty
Her hobo boyfriend's rather flakey
I fear her standards may be shaky.
Her clothes inspire in me some hatey
If she were mine, I'd suggest, "Katy,
Ditch those jumpsuits in a lakey,
You're not a child, for goodness' sakey."
I think beneath the glitz and fakey,
A natural beauty lies in wakey
One day our paths will cross; it's fatey
And we'll be married, me and Katy.
by Angry Puppet
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