She's a mixed up kind of girl the kind you wish you'd never met and like a dried up pot of glue she only sticks when she is wet.
She went to school two days a week She learned to take what she could get She took the apple from my desk and now look she's teacher's pet They took the country from the girl but there's a country in her head She left the country for a boy It was a boy she'd never met
They bought a matching pair of gloves and holding hands she lost her head She learned to sacrifice her love and now look she's teacher's pet.
She's a magazine she's a magazine she's a magazine, tonight.
She's a magazine she's a magazine she's a magazine, alright.
They took the country from the girl Under the carpet she was swept She took the country from the world and now look she's teacher's pet.
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