I'm standing between Kate and Lexi... speaking to Lexi, girl... don't play that bitch's game. It's the rookie tournament, let them fight to decide the title...
you will have time to fight her during the year 2025
Without even Lexibabe to argue with, I take out my harmonica I had strapped to my thigh and begin to play:
“I’m your Devil in heels and I came to catfight!”
da-daddy-da-a“But I’m all alone on the stage…no chaos tonight”
da-daddy-da-a“Where’s the drama? The chaos? The hair-pulling spree?”
da-daddy-da-a“Guess it’s hard being evil with nobody but me!”
*With the Devil in heels creating a new 10th circle of hell thanks to her awful harmonica…the audience begs for a saviour*
They scream out as one….
“Won’t someone, anyone save us from the awful singing!”
I’m flabbergasted…no deeply wounded! I turn to the audience and say:
“My singing is not awful!!! Mildly painful yes…occasionally coma inducing perhaps. But not awful!!!”