She came to school
Pale and white
But the next day
Her orange skin gave us a fright
It wasn’t her fault
But was kinda funny
It looked like she’d been
Somewhere real sunny
She looked like steak
A medium rare
But who would eat her
Who would dare
I raised my hand
I want my share.
It’s starting to fade
And now looks good
She new she’d do it
She new she could
Tonight’s the night
And of she goes
As limo approaches
The traffic slows.
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