Blonda: Angel do you want to go to the park
Angel: Nah
Blonda: ok . . . do you want to go to the bus
Angel: No
Blonda: is there anything you do like?
(Song Begins)
Angel: I don't like when i have snacks i don't like.
I don't like when Anti fairies come to bother the town.
I don't like when people get jealous of me.
but i do like getting more attention. but then i do not like it when i get too popular.
But you can't blame the baby for the baby being picky cause it's hard to find the things that aren't
what your child doesn't like.
i don't like when my rattle isn't fully charged with magic.
i don't like when god children make selfish wishes.
i don't like to be ignored.
but i kind of like it when i wear a crown. but then i don't like it when it gets too boring.
but you can't blame the baby for the baby being picky cause it's hard to find the things that aren't what your child doesn't like.
i don't like other babies on my back.
i don't like people inturrupting me
i like it when i wear my pink dress.
but i don't like when my hair gets too messy.
but you can't blame the baby for the baby being picky cause it's hard to find to the things that aren't what your child doesn't like
( song ends)
Blonda: (laughs)
Angel: Hey
Blonda: i thought your song was funny
Angel: So do i
Blonda: I don't have a song Angel