Joanne Stiller

Joanne
Stiller

class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">Whats the matter,
didn't you realise?

Your "hard talk" wouldn't get you anywhere,

class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">Didn't you know your
fame wasn't coming?

You were blinded by your long platinum hair?

class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">Your "teenage antics"
are over,

We're
in the real world now,

You need to act like a grown up

style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">But no one can be bothered to show you
how

Your MCing
days have come to an end

It's not cool to be stupid anymore

style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">The furthest you'll go is Mcdonalds

class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">You're end up the easy
old local whore.

If you tried a little harder you could be there

class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">Up with the high
earners you once called geeks

Instead you work in a pub for transvestites

class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">You hang with a group
you would have branded as freaks.

If maybe you had been a bit kinder

class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt">I might feel sorry for
you

But that
which comes around goes around;

There's not much more I can do.

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