spell it J with a Y
he cant do lies
although
he thinks he tries
Got a face no one likes
Actin cute
thinkin that hes always right
Makes us all irate
tempted
to set him alight (light)
Suckin up to authority
he's hangin with the minority
and feelin sorry
for himself, no one else
matters to him
cos he aint got no friends
no one to talk to
failin in life, he needs a walkthrough
sucks up to the teachers
they think hes all that
but we know its a desperate cry
we know the truth
he's their little spy (spy)
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