*Wake up, sweetheart!
The school waits for you and milk too*
After moma´s words appear your face beneath the sheets
You put an angry face still with closed eyes
Then you slowly stand up with a moan
Drink very slow your milk and don´t still have dressed
Your mom run around you with all of your books
You think you have never seen someone as stress out as her
*Chorus
“Well… I recognize I hate the school
But what she did is a real madness
I´m just a simple guy that don´t like school
Who´s not right here… is you!”
*Chorus
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