Amber has issues, I can tell,
Five years from high school more or less
When she was mean to freshman girls,
But eye shadowed eyes now flit
Scanning every which way but where
She should be scanning,
Ass far away as she can't be
From her bagboy, Ray,
Whom Amber, I think, thinks is a twit
And likens to scat if ever she heard
There was such a word
That sounds much better than
Haffenizeday.
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