Eighth Grade

Takes one to know one and I pity you so far You were stranded on the sidewalk with a critter in your jar Cuz yo momma said not to drink The cool kids must think you stink I don't know Why they'd see you dumb I'm on the sidelines with my thumb directed north No, I don't want to talk about your stupid schemes You were always something of a dream Out in the hallways and the depths of workshop class Polka-dotted boys are kissin' girls and grabbin' ass But you really don't mind the space It never really ever was your place to go for Chicks who'd just say no I don't care to be honest, I'm just here for the show Hey do you wanna stop by my house after school Love is just a game and you're a tool Cuz yo momma said not to drink The cool kids must think you stink I don't know Why they'd see you dumb I'm on the sidelines with my thumb directed north No, I don't want to talk about your stupid schemes You were always something of a dream