I Never Know What’s Going On
I do what I’m told.
Now you’re just sounding cold.
I told her to get off the phone as she was teaching a bone.
When you found out, everyone started to shout.
“WHY WOULD YOU DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT”?
Now you’re gonna have to consult with Pat.
Why should she be an acceptation?
Maybe she’s the one that should be in detention.
I was just doing my job.
The only one that understands is Miss Cobb.
She told me that no one’s above the rule.
I’m sorry that I sound so cruel!
So from now on, I’m just going to keep it simple.
And just smile with my cute little dimple.
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