Spoiled Little Princess

To the spoiled little princess,

The daughter of the bastard's son,

Come and stay on my side of the tracks,

You live in a car,

As I've always done,

I'm not saying I live badly,

I'm not saying that at all,

But you couldn't make it could you?

Come on be honest,

At least to yourself,

What would you do with out a caretaker?

Could you fend for yourself?

Could you clean at all hours?

Could you taking being hit and abused?

In more ways than two?

Heh,

I didn't think so little princess,

And while I do hate to say it,

Most of time you're,

In many words,

A spoiled little bitch with a crown,

I wish you were me just for a day,

Or that you stop complaining,

About frigid sheets,

While I lay on hay,

I hate you sometimes,

My pretty little princess.