Chorus:



What are silly girls made of made of

What are silly girls made of

A neck full of gold, material things huh

That's what silly girls are made of



Verse One:



On a scale of one to ten I seen a girl about a nine

A slave of mental death of only she was divine

Walking down my ex-block, the block Munroe

I said, peace to her, the girl said hello

Well hell is low and the lowest you can go

Is thirty-two degrees, below zero

So I started to rain on this young girl's brain

Causin her a great mass of physical pain

She said,