I've admired you for years, or has it only been three seasons
My friends they don't get it, but let me count the reasons
You're so hot you should be burnt, well I guess you kinda are
You're short, round and fine, I don't care that you're a star
Forget coffee for breakfast, you're about body shots
Fuck that guy that snuffed you, and those bitch ass cops
Ed Hardy, bunny slippers, and pickles that's your favorite
Your poof is bullet proof, the shore breeze couldn't mess it
But would you go for me, I pray that you just might
Never was on the juice, and my skin is pasty white
You see my six-pack situation, it better resembles a pony keg
But I wanna gym, tan, laundry, with you on the reg
Party strong, party long, we can both agree on that
I got a drunk-in-public too, how was yours, mine was wack
I want to be at your Sunday dinner, eating pastas of all kinds
Would you, Snookie, please be my guidette valentine?’ÄîSmyth