If she were a pot she’d be boiling to the rim.If her hair was her ego she could use a little trim.She should watch her words and make sure she doesn’t blurt,or else she knowsshe’s in for a world of hurt. If she were a balloon, she’d be overinflated.If she were a style, she’d be completely outdated.She thinks she’s so greatShe thinks she’s the lawShe’s earned all of my spiteAnd one broken jaw.