Dingbat de Screeching Weasel

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
her dumbness really bothers me
brainless questions constantly
i wish shut her mouth, give me a break
oh god i hate her face
she lives alone in her own world
naive wide-eyed little girl
dosen't care that the world's a mess
she's such a waste of flesh, a waste of flesh