Every other day
Every other day i think to myself
Who in there right mind gave you your degree?
All I wanna do when I walk in your class is to be set free
You don't know how to teach
And your hair is the color of a rotten peach
The wrinkles on your forehead make a wi-fi sign
And everytime I hear your voice, I feel like dying
Every other day
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