She says she's a lady, but I must protest,
If she did her worst, this isn't her best.
A lady just wouldn't use language so foul,
To tell you the truth, I threw in the towel.
I didn't go crazy, when I heard her sing,
Yes I can attest, no bird on the wing.
And no lady I know, ever behaved quite so.
Gyrating obscenely up, down, to, and fro.
No I didn't go Gaga, when I saw the show,
And boy am I glad I was late.
And I left early, I just had to go,
Next time, think, I'll just stick to George Strait.
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