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(Verse 1) Ms. Luth, she walks into the room, With a voice that could shatter the gloom. Her presence, like a darkening cloud, Bringing chaos, loud and proud. (Chorus) Oh, Ms. Luth, with your grating tone, You're the queen of irritation, on your throne. Every word, like a piercing dart, But we'll rise above, with strength of heart. (Verse 2) She drones on, without a care, Her words floating like polluted air. Every syllable, a jab to the ear, But we'll endure, without fear. (Chorus) Oh, Ms. Luth, with your grating tone, You're the queen of irritation, on your throne. Every word, like a piercing dart, But we'll rise above, with strength of heart. (Bridge) Though she may annoy, and drive us mad, We'll keep our cool, and never be had. For in the face of irritation's game, We'll find our peace, all the same. all the same. (Chorus) Oh, Ms. Luth, with your grating tone, You're the queen of irritation, on your throne. Every word, like a piercing dart, But we'll rise above, with strength of heart. (Outro) So here's to Ms. Luth, in all her glory, A constant reminder of life's story. For in every annoyance, we find our grace, And in every challenge, we'll find our place.