Me, Ayesha
wonderful, wonderful, wonderful me
look at me, don't you agree?
I have eyes
for my sister's boys
I got her first one
I got her second one
If she has a third
I'll get him too
Cause I have a secret
I'd like to share with you
I am not my sister.
I have a brain
I am not addicted to pain
Tearful and sad I will not remain
'Get them' is my constant refrain
And so I am up and about
I plot, I scheme, I whisper, I shout
I am so happy, look at me,
I am wonderful, don't you agree?