He Thinks About His Teacher In His

No More Pencils, No More Books, No More Teachers' Dirty Looks, When The Teacher Rings The Bell, Drop Your Books And Run Like Hell

Militant Mothers Hiding In The Basement Using Pots And Pans As Their Shields And Their Helmets.

Don't Always Know What I Am Talking About, Feels Like I'm Living In The Middle Of Doubt.

The Only Real Person You Need To Know Is You.

Nurse Rozetta, I Won't Let Her Catch Me Peering Down Her Sweeter.