Lyrics

G, Dm, Em7, Ebmaj7, Cm

Holding hands in kindergarten
You’re shit out of luck, nobody wants you
little lady with the red curls
riding her bike, around the classroom
Everybody’s got a secret
And I’m more or less, a freak of nature
Don’t tell mommy, don’t tell daddy
I’ll just paint my brain, with pink erasures

I know something that you don’t know
Cutting your hair gets you in trouble
Ask your teacher for forgiveness
She calls your mom from the office

Someone’s gotta tell her
They can see it on her
When she tells a lie or two
They learn not to trust her

Everything is bigger, when you’re in first grade
Hide behind a pillar, when you’re in first grade
Terrify your teacher, with your charade
Blame it on your sister, when you misbehave?

Cross your heart and hope to die
Stick a needle in your eye
When they hit you don’t you cry
It’s not true you’d never lie