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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