I have seen the art of my stupid counterpart
The proportion's wrong
Every line unsure
The erased marks like a sore thumb swelling and cumbersome
Still the prints get made, though I really wanna say
That I've got a beat, I never speak
When a play date ends
Do you call your other friends, or do you go home?
Do you lock your door?
Do you lay down on your carpet
Counting friends 'til you get to one?
Once you've sat with kids, it's so hard to leave their table
For the kid's full-grown, and might have grown
Some very big teeth
They're not even full-grown
They're not even full
Once you've sat with kids, it's so hard to leave their table
For the kid's full-grown, and might have grown
Some very big teeth
