| Cafeteria Tables �I know you, I think you�re a sneak, So stay away from me, I�ll burn you, Cause I don�t like you, little freak, You�re insubordinate, so leave, tough guy.� What gives me the right to touch your stuff, What gives you the right to call me tough? When once again you think you know me But once again you know nothing you can�t see. But I see you for what you are, Praising the god, your football star, While the worthy suffer your ignorance, While the others deal with your petulance. |