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Harry:Hey Rita Rita:Yes, Harry? I've got something to say (Mm hmm) I really loathe the synical way You kept the other three from your piece that day Okay You knocked me around like a beater (Skeeter) Your depictions of me tend to teeter (Skeeter) Your prose is like cheesy Velveeta (Skeeter) I have one thing to say and thats Rita Skeeter, I hate you To you my expliots are just theatre (Skeeter) If I had an integrity meeter (Skeeter) Then your's couldn't fill two milliliters (Skeeter) Your worse than the Chicago Reader Skeeter, you old shrew Many friends of mine wish you would snuff it They say your a waste of magic, too Here's a galleon, quit The Daily Profit I'm sure Fox News could fing a place for you (a-hoo) Well let me in for coffee and sherry (Harry) It must be such a burden to carry (Harry) Your the one may fans opt to marry (really?) There's one thing thats mad and thats Harry my very, much wanted persuit Oh Harry (oh, Rita) Your scary (Oh, Skeeter) It's true (perhaps I'll sue) If you see me point of view (a-hoo) You know, if it meant that you'd sell to your reader (Skeeter) You'd claim Dumbledore was a Death Eater (Skeeter) Hell, a Blast-Ended Skrewt would be sweeter (Skeeter) Than the dragon manure you write Rita Skeeter, grow a clue Rita Skeeter (Harry, your scary) Rita Skeeter, I won't renew |