No Offense - Kitty

I feel like I should think of something to say here

But I can’t

You’re fool’s gold, you’re cubic zirconium

You’re hoein' 'em, you are cubic zirconium

You are fool’s gold

You fit a fool’s mold, glowin' like diamonds

Your molecules’ll prove you’re hoein' 'em

You’re cubic zirconium

You’re fool’s gold

You fit a fool’s mold, you’re a fool, old man

You’re, you’re cubic zirconium

You are fool’s gold

You’re hoein' 'em, you’re cubic zirconium

Had you wrapped around my finger but, er

There’s a little green ring there now, ew

How will I get your residue off?

You’re about as fraudulent as a mirage out in the desert

Blue peacock, you’re puffin' out your feathers to

Bring a bunch of bitches backstage into your dressing room

So you can treat it like a petting zoo

And you get heated that I never do,

why am I friends with you?

You say you’re silver, but you’re filler with a filagree

Ask the bitches that you’ve been chillin' with and they will agree

Smalls, you’re not hittin' the balls, you’re killin' me

Illegitimate like Bill and I am Hillary