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Lyrics: Vylet Pony Music: Vylet Pony Wait he put something ‘I am going to see you grandpa’ This guy is f***ing broken! I’ll put the ponies on top, but it’s just for me Take ten trots back, bad man, “Filly” I do it for the girls in the back, not the man with the real bad step Show him how we do it! Right now—Talks nonstop in her sleep—PONY! Right now—Over and—Quieter than you! Little man needs to get himself tame, tame, TAMED Silly boy don’t see his own shame, shame, SHAME Put a cage on that muzzle, if he wanna see the mares You don’t even wanna know the f***ing look on his parents Right now—Talks nonstop in her sleep—PONY! Right now—Over and—Quieter than you! He’s like “Oh my god? My parents love me!” We’ve got a mama’s boy! Yeah, ‘cuz I’m a mean, MEAN GIRL! He’s shouting in the hall, twig thinks he’s a tree Skin like a dove, he gets burned for free Thinks the whip was funny, but he’s just a geek Put him first in line, work him till he’s weak Says his lines in front of the mirror but can’t stand his own reflection He learn them from some guy He don’t know what it means but now it’s everyone else’s problem Sometimes he’s a ‘she’ She thinks she’s one of the good ones putting on a show for the buzzcut bums Ring out, wring in, for the nameless kingpin ‘till the curtain falls and she’s next Baby girl, you better run real fast, you don’t gotta be like him Cuz the kingdom’s gotta fall one day and it’s never too late to pull the pin Right now—Talks nonstop in her sleep—PONY! Right now—Over and—Quieter than you! Anyway he hopes that she will stay It’s just for the laughs, for the jokes, no bills to pay Put it in the bag, dumb bray So tough with your toys So tough when your pu**y a** evades Right now—Talks nonstop in her sleep—PONY! Right now—Over and—Quieter than you! He’s like “Oh my god? I don’t give a f***.” He cried himself to sleep! Yeah, ‘cuz I’m a mean, MEAN GIRL! He’s shouting in the hall, twig thinks he’s a tree Skin like a dove, he gets burned for free Every day he wears the same all-over print tee Everybody stares and thinks, “this f***ing freak.” Says his lines in front of the mirror but can’t stand his own reflection Johnny boy, can your god testify in court? Or is he your imagination? Interrobang?! Interrobang?!