Today the world will fall apart.
Tomorrow still the same.
The wicked plot; the good will cry,
For Erica’s to blame!

Bianca, Dear, you’re gay, you say.
You play a dangerous game.
You ruined your life; you killed your love,
But Erica’s to blame!

The lover, Chris, will leave her side,
She’s just to hard to tame.
The web she weaves, with vile deceit,
Yes, Erica’s to blame!

The long, lost child, by rape conceived,
Is back to stake her claim.
Her life was ruined; you gave her up,
And Erica’s to blame!

Today the world will fall apart.
Tomorrow still the same.
The wicked plot; the good will cry,
For Erica’s to blame!