Gossip Girl

She's talking, running her mouth
At five hundred miles per hour
About all the chicks in town
She's so sour
Somewhere along the line
She had to lose her sense
Of personal power
Feeling low about who she is
Bad mouthing her next door neighbors
Though she's godmother to their kids
It's so petty
Gossip girl needs to get a grip
Stop talking so much shit
Worrying about everyone else
And the status of their relationships
Making enemies every time she
Happens to move her lips
Too bad for those babies
Who came from between her hips
Gossip girl is gonna end up
All alone, severely depressed
Making all the wrong moves
In this game of chess
So cute she was when she was born
Her parents thought they were blessed
A curse is what she grew up to be
Nobody can stand gossip girl
She's got such a heinous heart
Accomplishes nothing other than
Making hate speech an art
She knows nothing else to turn to
To heal her pain, so she
Uses gossip as a flame to burn you
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