Glowstars on my ceiling I can hear my dad snoring My lunch is in the fridge, it's packed for school in the morning
I'll teach kindergarten Duty in my Doc Martens A charismatic administration will show me my classroom I'll tell them I'm a faker Just a babysitter in a blazer
Sometimes I teach high school Sometimes I teach science I hand out crossword sheets and deal with adolescent defiance
But they just want attention Some time answered questions They're just cropped top kids and misfits doodling dreams on their looseleafs The queens and the slackers They're just babies waiting for what's after
Meanwhile I'll try to find the girl who would have been me Meanwhile I'll try to be a mother to them all But I am no teacher and no starving artist Just looking for balance I'll eat dinner on the table that I used to do my homework on
Finally it's the weekend I go uptown with some old friends Some are married some are nurses some don't have any plans yet
I look ‘round the party At the flirts and the posers But mostly I see pre-teens leaning up ‘gainst their lockers Disappointed big talkers Missing Lego, dodgeball and soccerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
