Roses
AN: Denekrad...I hate you...for you dared me...and here it is. -cries-"Roses" by Outkast. Phantom-style. Run, Denekrad. Run!
Disclaimer: I don't own it...and no offense to Christine or Erik. Or Raoul. But not really Raoul, it's fun to offend him. -snickers-
Christine! Christine!
All the guys would say she's serene
But serene won't make you into a stage queen
And other ballet rats either got you cursed out, or coming up short
Yeah, now dig this, even though (even though)
You'd need a swan bed to divide (to divide)
The time it took to look inside and realize that
Real Phantoms go after those Mary Sues, yeah!
I know you'd like to thank your OG don't stank
But lean a little bit closer
See that Phantoms really smell like death
Yeah, Phantoms really smell like death
Christine! See she's the reason for the word "goldfish" (goldfish)
I hope she's swimming on the way to the lair
Trying to hurry up to get to some
Erik or foppy or somebody like that
And trying to put on stockings while swimming
And glub, glub, glub... into the depths! (Just Playing!)
She needs a swan bed to divide (to divide)
The time it took to look inside and realize that
Real Phantoms go after those Mary Sues, yeah!
I know you'd like to thank your OG don't stank
But lean a little bit closer
See that Phantoms really smell like death
Yeah, Phantoms really smell like death
Well she's got a hotty body, but she's gone a bit dotty
When I met her at a gala she claimed to be Little Lotte
I said "Would you dance with me?"
She said "Pardon me, are you an Angel?"
I said "Darling, you sound like a nutcase blabbing."
Oh so you're one them creeps, get sung to by Erik when you's asleep
But love triangles getting sweeped, dropping roses she's weak
Walkin' off this goldfish is lost
Must take me for a Phantom, get what she wants with a tantrum
A neat place sleep, a rent-a-gondola for a week, a trick for a treat
Now go on the music of the night, my singing is flawless
Regardless, we don't want to get involved with no vicomtes
And managers just to hold grudges in a box 5
I wanna see ya stockings I don't wanna stalk you!
I know you'd like to thank your OG don't stank
But lean a little bit closer
See that Phantoms really smell like death
Yeah, Phantoms really smell like death
Better come back down to Mary Sue Land
Girl, quit chasin' fops
What happens when the francs get so low
Goldfish, you ain't that fine
No way.. no way.. no way
Crazy fish (repeated in background)
Goldfish, bug-eyed fish
Old gaping goldfish, bug-eyed fish
A fish's fish, just a goldfish
No offense! Aiiee! -runs from tar and feathers-