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daisy buckët - balls of brass كلمات الأغنية

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[intro]
oh my god, look who’s coming this way!
is that who i think it is? i can’t believe she’s still alive!
like, who even is she?

[verse 1]
hi you motherf-ckers, how do you zip-a-dee-do?
the name’s miss bucket, that’s buckët to you
my voice came from heaven, but i’m h-ll on heels
i don’t chew the scenery, i’m makin’ the meals
they call me the wicked witch of the midwest
but i’m like b-tches burn one of the best
try to pluck my petals, they just cannot resist it
even at my worst, nevertheless i’m persistant

[chorus]
if you give me a holler, i’ll give you the s-ss
for a dollar, i’m known to shake my -ss
the party’s off the walls, it ain’t got no cl-ss
come and try to handle these b-lls… of… br-ss!

[spoken]
do you think she’s gonna do a dance break?
oh, honey, are you kidding?
she must have two left feet ’cause she ain’t right!

[verse 2]
i can’t do the splits, but i’m good with my agility
i flip my blonde ‘do at white male fragility
denounce all the bigotry, you’ll get my loyalty
bow down, kitties, i’m k.c. royalty
just a dude in a dress, i respect all females
me too, time’s up, enough with her emails
you wanna mansplain, but ya ain’t got a rhyme?
tip this queen a hundred, babe, i’m reclaiming my time

[chorus]
if you give me a holler, i’ll give you the s-ss
for a dollar, i’m known to shake my -ss
the party’s off the walls, it ain’t got no cl-ss
come and try to handle these b-lls… of… br-ss!

[spoken]
what do jayne mansfield and daisy’s career have in common?
oh my god, tell me! (what? what?)
both died with their head inside someone else’s rear!

[verse 3]
now, hold up, mary, eat your burger and fries
like fleetwood mac, you’re telling sweet little lies
i’m not your special victim, nothing nice you wanna say
don’t you sit with me, honey, i’m mariska hargitay
i won’t win pageants, but i can take some crowns
fireb-lls, jameson, i’ll drink this mother down
blurry-eyed, p-ssing out, i’m hardly ever sober
basic–ss, pumpkin spice latté’s in october
i’m an 80-year-old queen in a thirty-something mold
my b-lls may be br-ss, but my heart is gold
a spry, young thing like blanche or sophia
i’m gonna end this verse with some onomatopoeia
boom!

[chorus]
if you give me a holler, i’ll give you the s-ss
for a dollar, i’m known to shake my -ss
the party’s off the walls, it ain’t got no cl-ss
come and try to handle these b-lls… of… br-ss!

[outro]
them b-lls of br-ss, them b-lls of br-ss
anybody seen hoke? i need a ride to the piggly wiggly
oh, h-ll, might as well walk
try to keep up

- daisy bucket

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