To hell with the sheep, I done lost my peep; sugar and spice is a bore
I come round the rink with the sweetest grin and knock your ass to the floor
My looks are misleading, the appearance of high breeding, so modest,mild and demure
At the rear of the pack, my hook or my whack sends a message of haute couture;
Derby bitches beware; I ain't VANITY FAIR; My intimidation is swift and dirt cheap
Bodies pile in a heap of rubbish waist deep:
'TIS THE WRATH OF THE LITTLE BO CREEP!
