My right breast has a new name too, 'M-I-S-S-I-N-G'
Oh, the old ones hurt me every day but when I see them now I'll say
'Mine were too big, had BRCA2+, but at least they were the God damn same'
Who is the idiot who decided my mind needed to be spent half the night converting old food jingles of the 70s into jingles about my breast(s)? Go away, man! It's 3:30 in the friggin morning. I'll even take back the dreams of the singing leather lesbian. Promise! Just make me stop feeling like Weird Trish YankAJingle.
That's enough. Over and out.