Oh, Chris Savino, you know I am a pretty girl,

Of my fashion I am justly proud!

Oh Chris Savino, you know I'm so much better than

The tomboy, goth girl, and the baby

Then tell me, Savino,

Why my mom won't buy this dress,

Why my wardrobe is suddenly less glam!

I feel it, I see it!

The glitter sparkling at the seams,

Its luscious colors blazing in me out of all control!

Like fire! Hellfire!

This fire in my skin.

This burning desire is turning me to sin!

It's not my fault!

I'm not to blame!

It is my mother, the one who did inflame!

It's not my fault!

If in your plan!

You made a dress absolutely bland!

Protect me, Savino!

Don't let my mother wash my clothes,

Don't let the water seer my flesh and bone!

Destroy her, Savino! And let her taste the fires of Hell!

Unless she buys this dress that I've shown!

She will buy it if I have to burn down all of Royal Woods!

Hellfire! Dark fire! Now mom, it's your turn!

Get what I desire!

Buy it or you will burn!

Savino, have mercy on her...

Savino, have mercy on me...

But it will be mine or...

She...

Will...

Burn!


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