Poor Charlotte

Poor Charlotte
She goes around acting like everyone’s trying to kill her
Poor, poor, poor, poor, poor poor poor poor Charlotte
She can’t do a thing without first being told
She has all the charisma of fungus or mold
She claims that she can’t do a thing
That she can’t do a thing
To be hipper or cooler or—what's the word? Cuter
She’s like one of those creatures that hangs upside-down in a tree
She pretends to be dead so that no one will shoot her, oh
Poor Charlotte
You pretend that you listen to all my advice
But you’re really just waiting to hear that I think you’re pathetic
So I’ll say it
You’re pathetic
I put myself out by helping you out
And what do I get in the end?
Poor Charlotte
You’re a terrible friend
You’re a terrible friend
(spoken)
You’re a fucking terrible friend