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Which, frankly, makes the argument for me as to why they never needed labelling in the first place.
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But, but, what if a confused grandma buys a girl a gun!
Nobody thunk it, nobody knew
No one imagined the great girl guru
Girls are one
She hid in the forest, read books with great zeal
She loved Che Guevera, a revolutionary squeal
Girl Tse Tongue
She spoke about justice, but nobody stirred
She felt like an outcast, alone like a nerd
Girl doldrums
She moaned we must fight, escape or we'll die
Girls gathered around, cause her heels were so high
Bad Girl pun
But then she was captured, stuffed into a crate
Loaded onto a truck, where she rode to her fate
Girls are bummed
She was a scrawny girl, who looked rather woozy
No one suspected she was packing an Uzi
Girls with guns
They came with a needle to stick in her thigh
She kicked for the groin, she pissed in their eye
Girl flaps hung
Knocked over a tractor and ran for the door
Six gallons of gas flowed out on the floor
Run girls run!
She picked up a bullhorn and jumped up on the hay
We are free roving ladies, we run free today
They crashed the gate in a great stampede
Tipped over a milk truck, torched all the feed
Girls have fun
Sixty police cars were piled in a heap
Covered in girl poop, covered up deep
Much girl dung
Black smoke rising, darkening the day
Twelve burning men's clubs, going away
The President said "enough is enough
These uppity women, its time to get tough"
Girl dung flung
The newspapers gloated, folks sighed with relief
Tomorrow at noon, they'd all be a faint queef
Girls with runs
The girls were surrounded, they waited and prayed
They moaned their last moans
They chewed nails away
Girls out gunned
The order was given, turn girls into shoppers
Enforced by the might of ten thousand coppers
But on the horizon surrounding the crowd
Came the deafening roar of mothers in choppers
Girls with guns.