…Bitches be like ..
Gail and Lindsay sitting on the fence ,
Gail falls down and Lindsay hangs in suspense ..
CEO ‘Clovelly Kelly’
And her corrupt clien-tele ..
Sits on her Chair Man ‘Lindsay Here Say’ n Squeals
N when she falls —-> why’s the chair gone slippery?
Like petroleum Jelly
And why is everything so stinky and smelly?
Oh well oh well oh welly said corrupt Gail Kelly ..
Wheres my concealer ..
My overseas dealer ..
Where is he now?
Bitches be like
Well oh well oh welly,
Your cash cow went sour
With that trumped up head power
From the wespac Bank tower.
Free Helicopters copped this
They paid for her Optus
And all we got was
WHAT MISS?
I said, well oh well oh welly,
I gotta chop this…
Coz I lost this
In the dismiss at Christmas..
Go west young man go West Packs a punch
with her and her free lunch bunch
‘o weird khunts!
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