I wrote the following song, from a poem written about me:
She’s all upset
That I’m his little pet
She thinks I’m a sin
But I’m under her skin
She thinks she’s James Bond
But she’s just a dumb blonde
That’s what little bitches are made of
What are little boys made of?
What are little boys made of?
Frogs and snails,
And puppy-dogs’ tails;
That’s what little boys are made of.
The girl is all upset
Cuz she used to be his little pet
And she wants me to believe
That I’ll be the one to leave
She thinks I’m a sin
Cuz I got under her skin
But all of his love
Is just what I’m made of
So she should let him go, now
She should let him go
What are little girls made of?
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice,
And all that’s nice;
That’s what little girls are made of.
The world is all complacent
While I’m trying to be 007 adjacent
They fall on their hands and knees
To worship the kingdom keys
While I sit in my dumb blonde
And he’s with his Solo Han
But all of his love
Is just what I’m made of
So they should let him go, now
They should let him go
What are little boys made of?
What are little boys made of?
Frogs and snails,
And puppy-dogs’ tails;
That’s what little boys are made of.
I wanna be his savior now
I wanna be his girl
They said I’m a little bitch
Said I’m made of lies I stitch
But I can’t worry about lies
When I’m hypnotized
By his pretty puppy eyes
I wanna be his savior
For the world that’s trying
To tame him
Not the world I want to live in
So I’ve been trying to save him.
What are little girls made of?
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice,
And all that’s nice;
That’s what little girls are made of.
What are little boys made of?
What are little boys made of?
What are little girls made of?
What are little girls made of?
