The girl next door is quite the bitch,
Who talks behind your back;
She’s crueler than the Wicked Witch
She’s mastered talking smack.
Her tattletelling knows no bounds
She’s liberal with the truth;
Her baseless gossip, lacking grounds
Appears to ears uncouth.
She thinks that she’s impervious,
That’s she’s above it all;
That she can whinge and cause a fuss
Behind her teflon wall.
But some day soon she’ll get caught out,
Her downfall, all those lies;
The tears she’ll shed, the cries she’ll shout,
That’s karma, bitch – surprise!