Assuming black is for the witches
We gothic people consider you bitches
Prancing around in your lighter colors
We dont give you names we just sit back in horror
Finally the worst season is over
I'm over half naked orange girls in the summer
Putting on my oversized sweaters
Keeping me thin through the month of november
Now you cheerful girls have to sit back and think
How many warm clothes do they sell in pink
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