• Bianca was a teenage girl,
    She liked the world swirl,
    She swirled about and little twirls
    Little shiny-coloured hurls,
    Hurled around her at midnight,
    Twirled around her after night,
    Oh, the mercy
    She says to the French
    Now she's got an amazing style
    Fashion swirls right round
    "Oh, fashion is the best
    But these lyrics aren't:

    Oh, Mum, be quick,
    I'm going to be sick."

    The phrase was taken from a little girl,
    Who sucked her thumb and let a twirl,
    She was bleechy at bedtime,
    And aching at midnight,
    In a world so dark and so cold,
    She is brought to her labour,
    It's just all that assures me,
    She's gonna kill me.

    Bianca at midnight,
    Singing her songs,
    Praying for saviour,
    In this world of hers.

    Jazzy streams are no longer gleamy,
    And the winter has it's very own sun;
    Summer's rainy and the earth is shattering
    The earthquake has began.
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