Her sultry voice intoxicates every Tuesday and Thursday, 

Her hips hypnotizes the men into a stupor. 

Who is she you ask, 

She is the one who everyone dreams about.  

The man imagine themselves with her on their arm, 

and forever stranded in their beds. 

He dreams about her naked in the kitchen, 

slaving over a hot stove, perfecting his breakfast. 

The male fantasizes about her beautifully round with his heir, 

Her breasts sitting round and perky. 

Who is she you ask, 

She's the one who everyone dreams about. 

The women imagines her murder meticulously and painfully slow. 

They dream of her having Pinocchio's nose, 

and two pancakes for breast. 

They fantasize her with eight kids and a deadbeat baby daddy, 

starving no food to survive off of. 

Who is she you ask, 

She's the one who everyone dreams about. 

She is every mans dream, 

and every woman's worst nightmare. 

If residents were to describe us they would spout out the same lie, 

"You are friends with everyone in there." 

"No one would dare wish her harm," 

"We love her." 

Who is she you ask, 

She is the friend you would stab in the back if given the chance.