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Michelle

Michelle, that smell
Indicates you like to lift barbells
Push-ups as well

Michelle, it's swell
You're more like monsieur than mademoiselle
Yes, we can tell

You're scary, you're scary, you're scary
That's all I want to say
Until you go away
I will hide your human growth hormone till you understand

Michelle, do tell
Skynet sent you back here to raise hell
Nice power cell

I need to, I need to, I need to
I need to make you pee
Into this cup for me
I'm telling you, it's steroid use that makes you so mean

I fear you

I want you, I want you, I want you
To release my throat right now
I'll break your grip somehow
Until I do, I'm hanging here from your veiny hand

Michelle, I fell
Stomp my windpipe so I cannot yell
It's my death knell

And I will gasp the only words I know that you'll understand: Go to hell