her paper's already got a hole
she doesn't mind when i tell her
i know she'll erase on an on
wanna get that bitter word off your paper, yeah baby?
she lies to me when she says she's not done
all i see is a blank sheet
"i've got left only one."
don't lie to me, pretty please
i grab the eraser when the desk's already suffering
there's an unpreety stain where the laquer was taken off
she says she'll find something and start covering
it, but she can't take it away
she tries cooing me into giving her the rubber
i say i will not
"otherwise, i might have to start and blubber"
sweet baby, i don't give a fuck
