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What they say in the halls


I shouldnt be here not at all

Well thats what they say in the halls

Thier hair in high blond ponytails

A stain on their high price skirt?! We all here them whail 

They play all the cool sports 

But theyre too cool for some courts

They think theyre perfect 

Thier succsess comes from others defects

They shove slap and text too much

They are why im alone at lunch 

I try to run and hide

And find someone to confide

I shouldnt be here not at all 

At least thats what they say in the halls

 

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