Teacher's Pet

She’s a mixed up kind of girl
the kind you wish you’d never met
and like a dried up pot of glue
she only sticks when she is wet.
She went to school two days a week
She learned to take what she could get
She took the apple from my desk
and now look she’s teacher’s pet
They took the country from
the girl but there’s a country in her head
She left the country for a boy
It was a boy she’d never met
They bought a matching pair of gloves
and holding hands she lost her head
She learned to sacrifice her love
and now look she’s teacher’s pet.
She’s a magazine
she’s a magazine
she’s a magazine, tonight.
She’s a magazine
she’s a magazine
she’s a magazine, alright.
They took the country from the girl
Under the carpet she was swept
She took the country from the world
and now look she’s teacher’s pet.