Poor Earth, center of my selfish self
I'm never callous
it's just mean pity
Would you spin around my finger
on your own
We all partake because we want you
dead, dear mother
π‘‚β„Ž, π‘€π‘œπ‘›β€™π‘‘ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘¦?
πΆπ‘Žπ‘™π‘™ π‘šπ‘’ π‘šπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘’?
Heavens no: you’re stupid and I don’t like you
Although there is nothing better.