The glitter’s peeling off the drywall.
Twenty years later and it’s still a brawl.
Two decades of the blonde synthetic,
Now the interviewers looking real pathetic.
Alex Cooper digging for a dirty little secret,
Found a mountain of shade and she couldn’t even keep it.
Creepy questions in a room full of sequins,
Miley’s got the mic and she’s teaching ‘em a lesson.
You want the tea?
You get the lightning!
This anniversary is getting frightening!
Keep your 'Daddy' talk away from my legacy,
I’m the best of both worlds, not your fantasy!
Yeah, it’s creepy!
Don’t confuse the star with the girl behind the mask.
You’re the only person I didn’t want to ask.
Silence in the studio, ice in the veins,
Somebody get this podcaster some reins.
Wrap it up.
The wig is retired.
And Alex?
You’re basically fired.
Sweet niblets, that was awkward.
