the digital home of Lauren Tyree

Socialite’s Anthem

Believe me, I was just like you

Stifled and degraded, too

My wings were clipped; my tongue was snipped

My cage the smallest at the zoo

They kicked me down to shut me up

Poured cyanide into my cup

My haters want me gone for good

Wish me dead and knock on wood

But I got this new disco ball

And it sure does the trick

Tons of glitter and alcohol

It really makes them sick

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