Diana, I feel we're facing a problem
You cannot pretend to be a prep no longer
And maybe there's no diet we can put you on to make you one
Sarah tells me I shouldn't bother
That I ought to stick to another wannabe
A follower that surely deserves me
But I WANT you
So I whine, I bitch, and get backstabbed
Serve me serve me
Say that you'll come with me
I'll rule you I'll rule you
Go on worship me
Serve me serve me
Pretend that you like me
Leave me leave me
Just say that you need me
I'll pretend to care about everything but you
Lately I've tried to think
Spent my time bossing you around and I wonder
What I could of done in another way
To get laid
Reason will not work with me
I'm always wandering around in utter confusion I don't care if my preppy
"friends" really care
As long you serve me
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