(Parody of Martha My Deat by The Beatles)

Martha Stewart my dear
Will you spend your days
Inside of cellblock three
Will you serve tea
Martha my love
Don't forget the Brie
Martha my dear

Hang your head low
You greedy girl
They've busted your balls
Now you find yourself with a whiff of it
Helped yourself to a bit of all the green around you
So it goes

Martha Stewart my dear
When you finally get out on probation
Please some tips for me
Stocks that you love
Don't forget me
Martha my dear