Feelings in a bag,
hole burned because it dragged,
lungs burning because you took a drag
dressing as a queen, streamlined with no drag.
Crown scraped, town lookin’ for escape, wishin’ for a hero who’s caped.
Queen’s bad, going to Halloween as Charlie Sheen’s dad.
You know where this is go-in, no women mowin’
they left that to show 2 and ½ men.