| She’s an underachiever
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| She’s only passed Spanish and gym
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| She’s not bad at essays
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| She can bullshit her way through them
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| She wears the walkman under her hood
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| She hides the magazine in her book
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| She looks like she’s elsewhere
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| The girls in the school can be so mean
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| The boys never pay attention
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| She’s in love with her history teacher
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| She can’t wait till she gets older
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| Underachiever
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| The halls in school look daunting
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| They get longer and slower each day
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| She moves past the smiles and whispers
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| And the rumors that won’t go away
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| The girls in the school can be so mean
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| And the boys just don’t seem to matter
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| She looks at the clock every minute or two
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| She can’t wait till class is over
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| Underachiever
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| She wakes up in the morning
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| With a lump in her throat
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| She thinks of excuses to stay in bed
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| All day all day long
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| She tells me a big secret
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| She writes to me almost twice a day
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| It’s a lot for me to deal with
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| I wish I could give her more time
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| 'Cause the girls in the school
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| They were so mean
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| And the boys never paid me attention
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| I was in love with my English teacher
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| I couldn’t wait to get older
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| The girls in the school
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| The boys in the school
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| The halls in the school
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| The girls in the school
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| Underachiever
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| Only passed Spanish and gym
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| Underachiever
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| She’s an underachiever |