Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Hornsby Westfield Girls



I know a place, where the girls are really meaner.
Born in the wild
Walk past Supre, GP and Borders.
Sippin' their Boost-juice
Playing "who can get my cheap bra - undone?"
The boys break their necks
Tryin' to keep these girls from fighting
(others)

You could travel the world
But nothing comes close to the Holden-boast
"Once you doughnut with us, you'll defs be throwing up"
(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh)
(Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)

Hornsby Westfield girls, they're unbelievable.
Long ugg-boots and beanies on top.
Spray-tanned skin, so bright, they'll burn your retinas.
(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh)
(Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
Hornsby Westfield girls, they're uncontrollable.
Blind drunk bitch, they're outside smoking pot.
Westco. Represent, now pull your pants up
(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh)
(Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)

Sex on a seat
In the Greater Union Cinema
With thongs on their feet
And Ke$ha blasting as their ring-tone

You could travel the world
But nothing comes close to the Holden-boast
"Once you doughnut with us, you'll defs be throwing up"
(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh)
(Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)

Hornsby Westfield girls, they're unbelievable.
Long ugg-boots and beanies on top.
Spray-tanned skin, so bright, they'll burn your retinas.
(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh)
(Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
Hornsby Westfield girls, they're uncontrollable.
Blind drunk bitch, they're outside smoking pot.
Westco. Represent, now pull your pants up
(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh)
(Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)


Bored, bland, fat and slutty
Turning up to the centrelink ready
Wild-child eating toast
These are the girls we hate the most
I mean the ones, finding ciggies to bum
Avoid her, stare at her, see her

The girl's a pain, she catches the train
Walks home in the rain
She's ok, she won't stay, tan's dripping away
Just like her greasy face
Hornsby Shire and Castle Hill
You'll see her there, I know you will

Come on shoppers, they're hanging out
All that ass hanging out
They're plastic, not fantastic, too drastic, not much fabric
To cover their asses
Katy's not a lady (yeah)
Not ready for a baby (uh huh)
We're all watching you
Cause you representing Hornsby yo.



Love,
Wear + Tear.

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