Originally Posted by iamnotafraid
You're a mean one, Stevie Nicks.
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as charming as an eel.
Stevie Nicks
You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel.
You're a monster, Stevie Nicks.
Your hearts an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders,
You've got garlic in your soul,
Stevie Nicks.
I wouldn't touch you with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half-foot-poll...
You're a vile one, Stevie Nicks.
You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness of a
seasick crocodile, Stevie Nicks.
Given the choice between the two of you,
I'd take the seasick crocodile.
You're a foul one, Stevie Nicks.
You're a nasty, wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks,
Your soul if full of gunk, Stevie Nicks.
The three words that best describe you
are as follows, and I quote:
"Stink, Stank, Stunk."
You're a rotter, Stevie Nicks.
You're the queen of sinful sots.
Your hearts a dead tomato splot,
with moldy purple spots, Stevie Nicks.
Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
rubbish imaginable, mangled up in tangled up knots.
You nauseate me, Stevie Nicks.
With a nauseaus super-naus.
You're a crooked jerky jockey
and you drive a crooked horse, Stevie Nicks.
You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool
sandwich, with arsenic sauce.
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