Pale sickly white girl, why you no love me?

I call you my bitch, so everyone can hea.
I drive around the block with my windows rolled down,
my bass turned way up, all this jus for you.

Pale sickly white girl, why you no love me?
I ignore you in the halls, I look at your butt whenever you walk by,
Pale sickly white girl, why you no love me?

My left pant leg is rolled up, just for you.
I wear a bandana on my head, so you’ll notice.
In the tunnel, I spray painted our names beside each other so you would see my love for you.

Pale sickly white girl, why you no love me?

(notice: this is based on a poem by Chris)