I’ve told you once; I’ve told you twice:
“Never take a brash boys advice.”
They’ll laugh and they’ll smile.
They’ll sing and they’ll wink.
Even make you a card,
With flowers of pink.
But don’t listen!
‘Cause your heart will surely sink;
If you listen to brash boys, and whatever they think.
—Oh! And did I mention. . .they really do stink.
I’ve told you once; I’ll tell you once more:
“All girls— of every color, shape, and size—should be adored.”
They are pure and precious:
Stars amongst wreckage.
And all girls are queens:
Whether dirty or clean.
So treat them right, and never be mean.
—Oh! And if you do, decide to be mean.
They have every right, to dye your hair green.
I’ve told you once, and I’ll tell you again:
“Your heart is your heart; only you decide who’s allowed in.”
Your hearts to feel loved.
It should soar like a dove.
—Some will try, to pump your heart full of lies.
But please do not listen!
And I strongly advise,
To give them a wave,
And tell them. . .
“Good riddance!—bug eyes!”
—Oh! Wait. Maybe that shouldn’t be said,
Because you’re a queen;
And far too superior than those dummy heads.