The Worst Coach

Who the hell made you queen? You have a comment on everything Never a smile, only a frown All you do is tear us down You only scream and yell Making a cheerleader's life a living hell You say we're too fat to be in the air Critiquing our growing bodies just isn't fair Is it because you're insecure? I bet you wish you looked like her. But I won't stoop down to your level Even though you're comparable with the devil. I'd gladly turn in my poms and bow If it means you have to go You're our coach, You're supposed to inspire But we only want you fired You make us push ourselves to unreachable goals Make ourselves puke and sell our souls Just to be good enough to meet your standard But we'll never add up, just another sheep in the herd. The last four years have been really rough I'm standing up, I've had enough. I love my body, I look great My curves are something to celebrate I'll be just fine not being good enough for you I'm going to do whatever I want to do.