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Lost my cool at a brand new school |
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Where the kids all smelt kind of strange |
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And I threw my chair when I caught the teacher's glare |
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As she called me little Mary-Jane |
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All the ribbing that I god-damn took |
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From the kids left my ego in a whirl |
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And the kids would say while I sat and watched them play |
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Hey there kid are you a boy are a girl |
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Praise the day I'm old and grey |
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And don't look much like a girl |
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And the kids all come and dance in the streets |
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Proclaiming me the king of the world |
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Figured it'd be fine when I hit grade nine |
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And I'd grow a big beard really soon |
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Till the first day of gym when I met father tim |
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And he sent me to the girl's change room |
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Illustrate my weekly pass come across as feeling crass |
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Submit for credit or just share your thoughts |
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Search my archive for a joke a thousand drives and beers and hopes |
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Look out god I'm gonna die |
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My black candle won't stop smoking even though I blew it out |
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My stigmata are signs of disease |
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Reputation as the finest burnt your bridges to be sane |
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Look out god I'm gonna die |
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Now in the end I will surely transcend |
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All the things I was never meant to be |
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So with some skill and a little good will |
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Out on ladies night I'll get in bars for free |
