you can call this song "interrobang"
art by larvaecandy
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Wait he put something
"I am going to see you grandpa"
Hahahaha
This guy is fucking broken
Applejack!
Applejack!
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I'll put the ponies on top, but it's just for me
Take ten trots back, bad man, 'filly'
I do it for the girls in the back
Not the man with the real bad step
Show him how we do it
Right now
Talks nonstop in her sleep
Pony!
Right now
Over and—
Quieter than you!
Little man needs to get himself tame, tame, tamed
Silly boy don't see his own shame, shame, shame
Put a cage on that muzzle if he wanna see the mares
You don't even wanna know the fucking look on his parents
Right now
Talks nonstop in her sleep
Pony!
Right now
Over and—
Quieter than you!
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He's like "Oh my god? My parents love me!"
WE GOT A MAMA'S BOY!
Yeah, cuz I'm a "mean, mean girl"
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
He's shouting in the hall
Twig thinks he's a tree
Skin like a dove
He gets burned for free
Thinks the whip was funny
But he's just a geek
Put him first in line
Work him 'till he's weak
Says his lines in front of the mirror
But can't stand his own reflection
He learned them from some guy
He don't know what it means
But now it's everyone else's problem
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Applejack!
Applejack!
Number one champion sound all day
Sometimes he's a she
She thinks she's one of the "good ones"
Putting on a show
For the buzzcut bums
Ring out, wring in
For the nameless kingpin
'Till the curtain falls
And she's next
Baby girl
You better run real fast
You don't gotta be like him
'Cuz The kingdom's gotta fall one day
And it's never too late to pull the pin
Right now
Talks nonstop in her sleep
Pony!
Right now
Over and—
Quieter than you!
Anyway he hopes that she will stay
It's just for the laughs, for the jokes, no bills to pay
Put it in the bag, dumb bray
So tough with your toys
So tough when your pussy ass evades
Right now
Talks nonstop in her sleep
Pony!
Right now
Over and—
Quieter than you!
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He's like "Oh my god? I don't give a fuck."
HE CRIED HIMSELF TO SLEEP!
Yeah, cuz I'm a "mean, mean girl"
He's shouting in the hall
Twig thinks he's a tree
Skin like a dove
He gets burned for free
Every day he wears the same
All-over print Tee
Everybody stares and thinks
"This fucking freak"
Says his lines in front of the mirror
But can't stand his own reflection
Johnny boy, can your god
Testify in court?
Or is he your imagination?
Interrobang?!
Interrobang?!