Flinching as her wavy hair hisses
Slithers around and around
Entangles her face
Nothing is to be seen
Coils of our beauty queen's reptile crown
I can't bare to see your face without thinking "k** Her"
I just want my f*cking space
I can count the six feet under ground
I just wish you were erased
Who'd think a mirror to your face could k**
Stone
Your monster face chews beauty no more
And hoe I'd k** to gaze upon kind recollection
Where you and I could bow
Perhaps to get along less the ugly in stone
With all the smiles and all that's kind
Put right in your face
None could silence the sound
Of your hissing moral chorus
k** her
F*cking k** her
Stick the f*cking mirror to her f*cking face
Queen of the Ugly