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Her palms are sweaty, knees weak, hooves are heavy
There's vomit on hiser sweater already, momTwilight's spaghetti
She's nervous, but on the surface she looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but she keeps on forgettin’
What she wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
She open her mouth, but the words won’t come out
She's chockin’, how? Everypony’s jokin’ now
The clock's run out, time's up, over—blaow!
There's vomit on h
She's nervous, but on the surface she looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but she keeps on forgettin’
What she wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
She open her mouth, but the words won’t come out
She's chockin’, how? Everypony’s jokin’ now
The clock's run out, time's up, over—blaow!