The Ballad of Sara Berry

Whoa-oh-oh-oh, ooh, ooh
 Down on your knees before the queen
 Whoa-oh-oh-oh, ooh, ooh
 Down on your knees before the queen
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 Well, Sara Berry was a popular bitch (mm-hm)
 Hot bod', hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich (oh, yeah)
 That girl had everything 'til hiccup and hitch
 Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck (amputated)
 The nominations for prom royalty came (uh-huh)
 Our Sara's senior year, and queen was her claim (uh, duh)
 'Til gossip stirred the student body would name
 Julie Jenkins, queen of the prom (pity vote)
 "Sara," her father said, "Life is a prom"
 "I know you won't disappoint me and mom"
 You taste the silver Sara, you taste the crown
 You thirst for blood from the roses in hand
 Whoa, you spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance
 As they crown you queen of high school land
 Check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry
 Check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry
 So obsessed, our Sara near lost her mind (check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry)
 To life un-prom related, Sara was blind (check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry)
 She shoved her squad, her clique, her boyfriend behind
 Still Julie had a hold on the lead (poor, poor, Julie)
 Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread (check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry)
 Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead (check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry)
 'Til then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said (check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry)
 "I'm taking Julie to the senior prom" (love, love, Julie)
 "Sara," her father said, "Why be so calm?"
 "There's just no future for a princess at prom"
 You taste the silver Sara, you taste the crown
 You thirst for blood from the roses in hand
 Whoa, you spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance
 As they crown you queen of high school land
 Whoa-oh-oh-oh, ooh, ooh
 Down on your knees before the queen
 Whoa-oh-oh-oh, ooh, ooh
 Down on your knees before the queen
 Some girls are rational but Sara was not
 She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought (Julie)
 There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got (Anne, Eunice, Raquel, Marianna)
 And so the night of prom, mercy, thus went her plot (Patricia, Quiara)
 "P" is for Patricia drinking poisoned punch
 "R" is for Raquel dashed on a rock, crunch!
 "O" is what Anne said when Sara bludgeoned her brains
 And "M" is Marianna's marinated remains
 But, but!
 "Q" is for Quiara, quiet, drowned in the pool
 And "U" is for Eunice's pieces spread round the school
 But "E's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops
 A one-leg'd girl can bring an "N" for
 End by calling the cops (what a bitch)
 You got your silver Sara, you got your crown
 You got their blood on the roses in hand
 Whoa, you donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance
 As you crowned you queen of high school land
 Woah-oh-oh-oh
 God save the queen
 Down on your knees before the queen
 God save the queen
 Whoa-oh-oh-oh
 The queen of high school
 Down on your knees before, the queen of high school land
 They wrapped your wrists in silver, they took your crown
 They washed the blood from each finger and hand
 Woah, into a tight straitjacket, small padded cell
 Screaming, "I'm the queen of high school land!"
 At least in your head, you're queen of high school land
 Oh, pity the dead, you're queen of high school land
 Check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry
 Check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry