Just gonna ride past you on my bike that’s alright because I’m not sure who I like… Why did you give me an Indian burn? I told the principal because it really hurt You’re such a stupid jerk I can’t tell her that I like her, I can only shoot her with the spitball She should know that it means the same thing after all I threw glue at her, just get the reaction She was a distraction from addition and fractions Drew a picture of her ’cause I thought she was neat We’ve always been close ’cause we have assigned seats I’ll never forget when I passed her that note ‘Cause she checked the box ‘Yes’ and that’s all that she wrote From then it was great and we had a play date We played ‘House’ and she made me a fake plate of steak The next day I saw something that I’ll never forget: she was playing and laying with Kyle in the ball pit I started to cry and lay down on the floor I said: you’re a fartface, I don’t like you no more I want you out of my heart, but you’re stuck like a splinter Goodbye, my mum’s calling me for dinner You said mean things and you ran away That’s OK, it must have been opposite day You stole my heart and you stole my bike That’s alright because I love the way you like I love the way you like Now, I apologize for wiping boogers and your jacket and backpack I wish that I didn’t, I wish that I could backtrack To the day they made me sit in the corner This feels like a third grade restraining order I knew that I loved you at first, but I fought it My heart was a kickball, then you suddenly caught it I’m sorry, but there’s something that I must confess It was me who ripped off your Nintendo DS I felt bad and returned it while you were busy nappin’ We’re together again, it’s like it just never happened I dressed up as Weasly and you were Hermoine You said you had spells that could make me less whiny You colored inside of the lines of my heart ‘Cause you opened me up and then you cut a fart in my heart I’m so bored with these games that we’re playin’ I guess that’s why they call them bored games Well I am rubber and you are glue Words bounce off of me and then stick on to you Did you just call me a Doo Doo Pie? That’s all right. I know you are, but what am I? I know you are, but what am I? The Key of Awesome!