...to the bleat of my
Bleat of my Art

I'm thinking about
J TImberlake's mouth
I wanna give in
To make him go south
South on my bod
I find it so odd
The rhythm of buff
Is Hilary Duff

My name's Hilary Duff
You say that's enough
I'll have you all know
My music ain't fluff
You think it's so strange
My squeal made the charts
Well, the bleat of my art
Is out of your range

I'm up from my downs
I'm back from my front
I'm north from my south
I'm just a spoiled runt
I'm taking a stand
Against Lindsay Lohan
Did you see what she did
What she did with her hands?

She put one on my can
And one on my muff
Then she called me creampuff
Not Hilary Duff!
"The way that you squeal
Could never be real."
Said Lindsay Lohan
While washing her hands
I picked up the soap
Shoved it down her throat
Now she's in the sack
With not Fred, not Joe
But an asthma attack!

It's always been tough
For Hilary Duff
My fans expect me
To sing and act rough
So be thankful you hear
The music I play
I want you to know
That me and Paris ain't gay

So forget all that crap
Put me in your heart
and just listen to
the bleat of my...
the Bleat of my Art