I thought senior year would be awesome But it has turned out to be a real drag I got stuck in classes filled with nothing but jocks and preps And all I hear about it how wild of a weekend they had. I thought I would get stuck with my kind of people The down to earth, straightedge punks But instead I'm stuck with girls who talk about when they last shaved their legs And the guys who talk about how crazy one another get when they're drunk. I suppose I'll just have to sit back Try to enjoy myself and make amends But even I know deep down inside That no matter how hard I try these people will never be my friends. I don't like to hear about the latest commercials Who cares about the pretty girl who advertises for doritos chips? And I don't care what the latest hair fashion craze is Plus $15 for a tube of lipstick, my God they're just your lips! Talking about people behind their backs Is not an enjoyment for me Who cares if Leslie has gotten chunky At least she's not anorexic like society wants you to be. Paper wads went out of style a long time ago Won't you football 'stars' ever get mature Yea so you got laid last night big deal And I don't care to hear about who's your next whore. Jocks and preps are not my type of people And I know that not all of them are the same Sometimes I wish they would just sit down and take a look at what's real Then they would realize that life isn't just some little game.Birth sign: Pisces
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