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to the tune of "O Come O Come, Emmanuel" (the Manheim Steamroller version)
Shut up, shut up. We do not really care about the problems you have with your hair. Those things can't be taken care of now. Instead live with your mistakes anyhow. Shut up, shut up. We do not really care about the eye shadow you chose to wear. It's not our fault that it looks like crap. Next time, why don't you forgo the makeup? That's nice. That's nice. Would you please stop whining? It's getting annoying to the extreme. Shut up, shut up. We can't stand anymore. Today you just look like a major whore. Shut up about your looks 'cause we don't care. And you won't find any sympathy here. Shut up. Shut up. We do not really care. So take your appearance bitching elsewhere.
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