She’s getting pepped up and preppy,
Peppering her tongue with a full can of Pepsi
Candidly handling brand spanking new plans
That involving necking all of the black can,
She zero sugar reppin,
Ring pull rippin,
Cross-legged sittin
Won’t surprise me if she gets indigestion
Or a heart burn in her muscular engine.
Must be a Multipack buying legend,
Packing down multiple cans in a session.
The skin on her face eventually regressing,
Second guessing the sugar coated spots,
Hot to pop like pop tarts that have gone off.
Bland blonde locks hanging lankly
Eye’s fixed on her reflection so blankly,
Where are her thoughts, who robbed the banky?
And wiped her mind clean
With a tissue not a hankie?
What’s the matter? Couldn’t afford Bounty?
Bountiful bounty, it’s a peg leg affair
In those pinstripe leggings that expose spikes of leg hair,
Unshaved for days, pays to be savoir faire,
Call it pirate flair or Blackbeard charm
No need to pass coins from your palm to her palm
It’s like she’s making a point
That we won’t come to harm,
Cos she hardly looks barmy, just aloof
Never smarmy, she just smarting at the garms
Garnered by the rush hour army.