The Empty Head Of A Fop
Look at me I'm so rich,
Curling my hair is such a bitch,
I stick my nose were it doesn't belong,
I don't even get my own damn song,
I strut around the opera house like I own the place,
Looking at reflections of my face,
My plans are dumb I will admit
Sometimes I can be such a twit,
Now you've heard my poem but I just can't see,
Why the Phantom would ever want to punjab me!