Have you found your new little lie, 

A family friend, a “wholesome guy,”

Who never wanted you until now, oh my, 

Did you ever stop to wonder why?

A “Mister Rogers” with money high, 

Nice for now but will make you cry, 

A Latin man with a plastic face to buy

Your sorry lies and selfish sty, 

Who sics his idiot brother on one who really loved you?

If so, it’s all a lie, 

And you are his little prostitute for cash supply, 

Both of you as false as a glass eye.