Have you ever met someone that you really hate Who always made the grade, and always had the date? Always knows the words to say and always says them right Never ever not thought of both day and night? Little Sarah Sue does, she's lives right next door To Ms. Kitty Kimberly, #504 Now Kitty always had someone with her dusk till dawn A wonder'fully beautiful man to help her with the lawn A party was always held at #504 Superstars and singers always banging on her door And sat there little Sarah Sue, hearing all the noise The same old thing everynight: music, laughter, boys One day Sarah Sue went to a cafè And ordered mocha chocolate with some whip cream, a lattè And comes in Ms. Kimberly from #504 Tripping over her torn dress, running through the door And there sat Kimberly, #504 Cut, bleeding, crying as a man left 504 Sarah Sue looked down into her cup of cream And knew inside of Kitty was a terribly loud scream But even though Kitty was in a mess of pain Sarah Sue's sympathy was really a little bit faint Sarah Sue no longer felt less, stupid, poor Compared to Kitty Kimbery, #504.