It’s-a-small-world-after-all,
it’s-a-small-world-after-all...that's my favorite song, I sing it all the time.
All the damn time.
I sing like an angel. Everyone loves
to hear me sing.
Girl please.
Most everyone. There's people here,
someone didn't raise them right.
Keep talkin’ bitch I will knock yo ass…
Really I’m a princess, locked up in a castle.
You ain’t no damn princess.
They say I did some very bad things.
They say that ‘cuz you did.
But a prince will come, to take me
away from here.
You need to be taken away.
A handsome prince. On a white horse named Moonlight.
Ain’t nobody coming for yo ass.
We will ride until we get to Disneyworld, and we’ll be married there.
I want some of that shit you on.
Mickey will be the best man. Minnie will be my maid of honor.
You in prison baby.
We’ll live happily ever after, in a house under a rainbow.
Tell ‘em what’s under the house.
Until then I’m here, where I don’t
belong.
The hell you don’t.
I didn’t do the things they said I
did.
Me either lemme outta here.
They tore my pretty house apart, and
dug up my pretty garden.
Ain’t that a damn shame.
They showed me pictures. All bones and worms and teeth.
You a stone cold sack of shit.
Icky. And it’s icky here too. I pretend I’m
on a ride at Disneyworld and that way I don’t cry.
Bitch you need to cry.
I don’t know how it got there. It’s a
small world after all.
People make up stories all the time.