You're a good boy
Not a goody-goody, just good
At everything
And I'm a bad girl in the same way
No leather jacket or motorcycle
Or nose ring
No tattoos or electric guitar
But sometimes I forget which ways left and right are
I've been around for too many years
And I still can't spell "would" sometimes.
W-O-U-D. I think there'a an L in there somewhere
And wanna know a catastrophe? Wednesday
And colonel or colonel and why the heck is it spelled that way?
For some reason I always forget the word "segway"
And instead say "escalator" or "elliptical"
Even though I know what both of those mean
(Neither means segway)
And I think the AP physics students have worked some magic on those stairs
And made gravity stronger over there
Because there is a 0% chance that I'll make two steps without falling to who-knows-where
Here are some more stats!
There is a 100% chance I'll think seven times six is 46 before 42
That's science for you! Or math or stat - I'm not sure.
I can't play any sport with kicking or hitting - or any sports
Without breaking a nail or my neck
My neck isn't broken yet but I'm anxiously waiting
Like for an online order that hasn't arrived yet
But in summary:
You're a good boy, not goody-goody, just good
And I'm a bad girl, W-O-U-D catastrophe without a nose ring
Falling upstairs and downstairs and hey, what's seven times six
I'm a bad girl
Maybe that's why I want you so badly
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