She just came home.
She went and showed me all the things that she bought
Today.

Staring at the shoes.
The dresses and the mini's
It's a one-girl fashion show that goes on all night long.
Poor me.
Woe me. Poor me.

Then comes the blouse.
The worst thing that I have ever seen.
Who would buy that thing?

Such a horrid piece.
I'm praying that she kept the reciept.
But, she thinks that it makes her look like a big star.
Dumb she.
One brain cell she.

That blouse is a very, very, very sad blouse.
The colors are so vile.
It makes me think of bile.
But, she insists on wearing it all day.
It's so blah.

Blah's

That blouse is a very, very, very sad blouse.
Thirty bucks down the drain.
My eyes are now in pain,
From staring at those "designs" all day long.
It's so blah.

I'll light a fire.
Then, I'll throw that damn thing right into the flames,
Someday.