Dingbat
BENJAMIN M. FOSTER, BENJAMIN M FOSTER
She's a dingbat
She's a dingbat
Always walking in to trees
Wakes me up to ask if I'm asleep
Sits around stares in to space
Oh God I hate her face cause
She's a dingbat
She's a dingbat
Her dumbness really bothers me
Brainless questions constantly
I wish shut her mouth, give me a break
Oh God I hate her face
Dingbat, she is a dingbat
She lives alone in her own world
Naive wide eyed little girl
Doesn't care that the world's a mess
She's such a waste of flesh, a waste of flesh