My song (Not about real life) |
I'm left alone in the classroom, Expect for the guy I like, and his girl, Catching up on there English, And she's looking at me, As if she could hurl. But that's usually how it goes, In this cruel, cruel, world La, la, la, la, oh La, la, la, la, Oh, come on, Don't want to live this way any more, La, la, la, la, oh La, la, la, la. I walk up to him, and her, With my poetry, And ask to see there's, (There partners obviously) And she's ignoring me, Like I've got a deadly disease, But that's usually how it goes, In this cruel, cruel, world. La, la, la, la, oh La, la, la, la, Oh, come on, Don't want to live this way any more, La, la, la, la, oh La, la, la, la. I'm standing next to them, When I offer to tutor him, and his girl, And tosses her golden hair, And stares at me, In pity of my so called poverty, But that's usually how it goes, In this cruel, cruel, world. La, la, la, la, oh, La, la, la, la, Oh, come on, Don't want to live this way anymore, La, la, la, la, oh, La, la, la, la. Yeah |