He's a bloody Prewett
I'm a bloody Malfoy
We both lap up the pureblood life
We come out here a lot
To dodge the Ministry
And to humiliate the muggle coppers
Sometimes we're joined
By the Blacks and Weasleys
O, those Black boys can be so studly...
You know I love my Prewett boy
But sometimes I can't help but wonder
What a Black would be like inside of me...
With that said,
Those Weasley bitches had better not get too close to my man!
We'll take it down to the mud
We'll drag each other down
We'll grapple, and cast spells, and scream
Split the ears of all beholders
Beauty's in the eye of the butterbeer-holder
Malfoy's do it bolder
Why must we do all of this bitchin'
When we could be Muggle-Poachin'?