In the End, all the Same
Preppies are just Barbie dolls
Jocks, their loyal Ken
Why do they have such power over you and me
Make us feel like we don’t fit in
The coolest clothes, hot guy, hot girl
God, they’re all such liars
They’re the exact same as us peasants
What makes them so much higher?
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