she's liked by joiners in france, she's woed by slaves here in town
who's every wish is, "man, i will cuz joneses will frown"
we wait at crack of dawn to show our sad pity that's amish,
voided and plain, our cries all flow in synch
she says, "that's so gay, but baby screw up your thoughts
i mean, you're liked lovin' me, you've no idea who i (english accent here) am
although i've fared how you see, although i know your hearts
although i've merried sin, i'm paying up the carc...ass"
perty di can't be sold
perty di can't be grown
perty di's damned and woed
perty diana, rest in heat!