Ann

She walks down the street
In her long black dress
With her hair lying over her shoulder
She turns around and gives you a wave
She seems nice enough
Until she opens her mouth
And she lets the words come out
And you see
That her body and all of her skin
Is just a potemkin village
For all of the horrors that lie within

Whoa, oh, her name is Ann
She may look fine
Until you listen to her whine
And then you can tell what a bitch she is
Her name is Ann
May look okay
Until she tries to get her way
And then you can tell how insane she is

Ann barely eats a thing
She might be anorexic
But it's about normal human emotions
That she's truly dyslexic
The woman's entourage
Includes Sean Hannity
And Fred Phelps too
She's the spawn of the devil, it's clear
And yet she thinks we're all godless
She make me want to blow out my ears

Whoa, oh, her name is Ann
She may look fine
Until you listen to her whine
And then you can tell what a bitch she is
Her name is Ann
May look okay
Until she tries to get her way
And then you can tell how insane she is

She talks on TV
With O'Reilly
She's dressed as a five-dollar whore
She talks about the demise of the Lord
How liberals suck
Her body's decent enough
But she needs a lobotomy for her brain
She's disgusting in every way
And yet she has her supporters
But most will rejoice on her dying day

Whoa, oh, her name is Ann
She may look fine
Until you listen to her whine
And then you can tell what a bitch she is
Her name is Ann
May look okay
Until she tries to get her way
And then you can tell how insane she is

Her name is Ann
She may look fine
Until you listen to her whine
And then you can tell what a bitch she is
Her name is Ann
May look okay
Until she tries to get her way
And then you can tell how insane she is