Rubber bands, #2 pencils
Crepe paper and a lot of glue
Dirty looks, dirty lockers
Lots of linoleum to slip up on you
Lunch ladies with monkey fingers
Orange soda and million things in piles
Galileo, Leather Tuscadero
The sun through the window eclipsed by your smile
The music teacher, the shaky Miss Shirva
Said ‘button your lips and walk in single file’
My lips are now frozen and I did file for single
Still I’ve seen nothing like the sun done in by your smile
