I wrote you a song
With lines and rhymes talking about crimes
You never made
That's why I'm so frustrated.
The violence which you're not related.

Her sweet November is almost gone
She said December is the worst month
But you know, black cats just brings me fun
Superstitious, dumb girls stuff.

December, should be smaller
Cause in December she lose her colors
In December we should ignore her
Cause in December she's just another one

Do you remember that Halloween?
When we were the seven sins?
You tasted like diet coke.
You were vanity, for sure
Cause the choices, they were like jokes.
But Mrs Lair, life is so unfair.
But the apples are still red.
And your fans are so sad

December should be smaller
Cause in December she lose her colors
In December we should ignore her
Cause in December she's just another one