Cross The Line

I remember my first tryouts
And my second and third too
All the fear and holy hell
The judges put me through

I felt so belittled
Man, they put me on the rack
And now that I'm a senior
This is my chance to give back

I'll uphold the great tradition
With these young lives on my watch
Let's set the stage, I've come of age
To be a raging, castrating, biotch
Biotch!