Abbotsford,British Columbia, C
One thing that I've learned
Throughout my sixteen years,
Is to never argue with a boy,
They'll only bring you tears.
Disgusting little creatures
Makes you wonder why they are here
God must have put them on this earth
To bug us females I fear.
They try and treat you like a queen,
Well to us like a piece of dirt.
But all they want you to really do
Is wear a tiny skirt.
"Men" is what they like to be called,
Well I'll die a thousand and two,
Before I call my boy a man,
That's the day that we'll be through!