Pennsylvania Queen

[Verse 1]
She's a Pennsylvania Queen
But you can't read about her in no magazine
She smokes a cigarette that's 10 feet long
And says a pleasure to meet me

[Verse 2]
And I'm suburban trash
I got my head stuck in my ass
I keep my lips tight and I don't fight
And I hope that you keep me

[Outro, Spoken]
How do you actually write a song? Or, more importantly, how do you actually write, like, a good song? Now, trust me, there's a lot of trial and error in this, um, I'm obviously kinda partly professional at it