Paris Hilton
Why does this always feel like a wind up
You can’t make your mind up
I wish you could
I really, really wish that you would
So I know where I’m stood

I call her Paris cause
She wishes that she was
But she doesn’t need peroxide or fake tans
To make her better because
Even without the makeup
You’ll just cause a shake-up
Darling you’d look better without anything on.

I wish that you could find
solution to ease my mind
Do you hate searching in your spare time

And if you weren’t so fine
Then I wouldn’t be so inclined
To keep writing you these rhymes, oh

 [bad word] 

(This is not a love song)
Cause I’m in 21st century mode
And I’ll explode if I hear a fake emo-tion
(This is the last song)
Well I was just about to say
You say you don’t like me anyway,
I’ll retaliate
With the sound of the underground
By the sound of the underground
I might not mean your area’s local scene
That doesn’t have anything to do with what I mean
But one day you’ll see

That if you weren’t so fine
I wouldn’t be so inclined
To keep wasting all my time on

 [bad word] 

She’s a rich miss, loves to [bad word] 
Dirty looks and glam and glitz
One kiss, hit or miss
She’s far from promiscuous
Girls hiss, cause this girl doesn’t have to serve
To make her hotter than Paris
Hotter than Paris please
This woman has me on my knees
x2

Singin’
Paris Hilton, why does this always feel like a x4