Just My Kim
He’s just my Kim, a dictatorial guy.
He owns a lot of things he likes to brag about.
His fashion flair, his bowl-cut hair,
Are not what they seek at Milan’s Fashion Week…
Oh, I can’t explain, why he’s so inhumane,
And kills, on a whim.
I love him, ‘cause he’s mercurial,
Because he’s Just My Kim.