Tea cup fairies dance and sing
They don’t care about anything
No work at all just sing sing sing
Brings them absolutely everything
They need to make life a happy thing
And continue on to sing sing sing.
Fly around back and forth
Sometimes south sometimes north
Dressed like little tiny whores
Collecting liquor back and forth
To assure they always get more
At the tiny little liquor stores.
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Sounds distressing how they dress?
They don’t care if you get pissed
They sing all day and forget the rest
So there’s no point to sweat or fret.
You know dressed like little whores
They always get more
And they aren’t real whores
Who spend all day getting sore
Who no one let’s in the door
They just wear the dress of whores
Don’t ever give more
‘Cause it gives them more from the
Liquor store.
Can’t make them change not ever you know
Even if you intentionally step on their toe
Make them work hard with tiny hoes
Or say their bad for dressing like little hos.
They will just go on and sing sing sing
Never realize anything
That you say about their being thing
Regardless of what you decide to bring
To try and stop their sing sing sing
Or their dress like a little whore thing.
So if you see a tea cup fairy flying by
Dressed like a little whore don’t cry
Don’t try to change their life
They just can’t stand to be dry
And just love to get high
But never bother any guy
Unless that guy’s eye
Gets caught by
Their tiny wild side
The side they love to use
to get a free ride
That’s just the tide
Of life going by
For tiny teacup fairy guys.
