Pinocchio

[Intro: Deborah Healy, Talk Show Host and Heborah Dealy]
So, Deborah, tell me how you came up with the idea of the Fairytale Trilogy?
It is so ingenious
Honestly, I don't know
Recording those three albums is kinda just a blur for me
All I know is I did it by myself and no outside help, I am definitely not a clone
It is I, Deborah Healy, in the flesh
Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha
Ok, anyways
Stay tuned!
Later we will have Imogen Heap on the show for a special interview--wait
I'm just getting news that Imogen Heap has di--
[TV smashing]
Ugly clone bitch stealing all my spotlight, I'm tired of it

[Verse 1]
Ever since I made that clone, I've had more and more time to bone
In the past week there's been more guys inside my coochie than I can count
But I'm getting a bit jealous now
I am tired of not making music

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm down and out
I miss my fans
I wanna pout
I'm gonna yell, I'm gonna scream
My fans deserve to make me cream

[Chorus]
This bitch is Pinocchio
She doesn't even belong in Tokyo
Trying to be a real girl
But she makes me want to hurl
I'm lacing up my boots, and picking up my hatchet
She better look out, cause I'm turning psychopathic

[Verse 2]
Driving around town, looking for someone to clown
I haven't been this determined since I got that leaked album of mine taken down
The bitch should be getting out of an interview
People are gonna recount the time her head flew
I'm taking inspiration from my daughter, but I don't think she'd mind
A gnarled claw of her's is all she left behind

[Chorus]
This bitch is Pinocchio
She doesn't even belong in Tokyo
Trying to be a real girl
But she makes me want to hurl
I'm lacing up my boots, and picking up my hatchet
She better look out, cause I'm turning psychopathic
You're not a real girl, bitch

[Bridge]
This is my fourth album, but don't be mistaken
I'll unleash the hellfire on you like I'm Satan
I'll drag you on Twitter and make you a laughing stock
While I'm getting impregnated by cum from enormous cock
When I'm done with you, you'll never have a career in Miller Place ever again
You'll have to work at the Tuck Inn
Your tits look more sad and saggy than mine have ever been
You cannot compete where you don't compare
You're so unappetizing, I bet you could never score an affair

[Chorus]
This bitch is Pinocchio
She doesn't even belong in Tokyo
Trying to be a real girl
But she makes me want to hurl
I'm lacing up my boots, and picking up my hatchet
She better look out, cause I'm turning psychopathic
You're not a real girl, bitch
You're not a real girl, bitch
This bitch is Pinocchio
She doesn't even belong in Tokyo
Trying to be a real girl
But she makes me want to hurl
I'm lacing up my boots, and picking up my hatchet
She better look out, cause I'm turning psychopathic
All my life I've wanted to kill myself
And now it can finally happen
It's gonna be a bumpy ride, so strap in
You're not a real girl, bitch

[Outro: Deborah Healy and Unnamed Girl]
I told you, I don't need any Monistat, it was a one time thing
Deborah, I think I spotted your clone
Really? Where?
At the café on Whitehurst Street
Hey Deborah? Do you think sometime we can go and get some br--