Barrett Wilbert Weed - Yo Girl Lyrics

Martha Dumptruck took a belly flop off the
Old Mill Bridge last night holding a suicide note

Oh, my God
Is she dead?

Just some broken bones
Just another geek trying to imitate the popular people and failing miserably

Yo, girl
Keep it together
I knew you would come far
Now you're truly a Heather
Smell how gangsta you are

Martha, I'm so sorry

Yo, girl
Feel a bit punchy?
She's not looking so well
Still, you've earned that red scrunchie
Come join Heather in hell

Where have you been?

We've been worried sick! Your friend JD stopped by
He told us everything

"Everything"?

Your depression? Your thoughts of suicide?

He even showed us your copy of Moby Dick

He's got your handwriting down cold

Please, honey, talk to us!

No, you wouldn't understand!

Try me! I've experienced everything you're going through right now

Guess who's right down the block?

Your problems seem like life and death

Guess who's climbing the stairs?

I promise, they're not

Guess who's picking your lock?

You don't know what my world looks like!

Time's up! Go say your prayers!

Veronica's running on, running on fumes now
Veronica's totally fried
Veronica's gotta be trippin' on 'shrooms now
Thinking that she can hide
Veronica's done for, there's no doubt now
Notify next of kin!
Veronica's trying to keep him out now
Too late
He got in

Knock, knock! Sorry for coming in through the window
Dreadful etiquette, I know!

Get out of my house!