Teacher's Pet

She's a mixed-up kind of girl

The kind you wish you'd never met

And like a dried-up pot of glue

She only sticks when she is wet

She went to school two days a week

She learned to take what she could get

She took the apple from my desk

And now, look: she's teacher's pet

They took the country from the girl

But there's a country in her head

She left the country for a boy

It was a boy she'd never met

They bought a matching pair of gloves

And, holding hands, she lost her head

She learned to sacrifice her love

And now, look: she's teacher's pet

She's a magazine

She's a magazine

She's a magazine tonight

She's a magazine

She's a magazine

She's a magazine

All right

They took the country from the girl

Under the carpet she was swept

She took the country from the world

And now, look: she's teacher's pet

She's a magazine

She's a magazine (And now, look: she's teacher's pet)

She's a magazine tonight (And now, look: she's teacher's pet)

She's a magazine

She's a magazine (And now, look: she's teacher's pet)

She's a magazine

All right (And now, look: she's teacher's pet)

She's a magazine

She's a magazine (And now, look: she's teacher's pet)

She's a magazine tonight (And now, look: she's teacher's pet)

She's a magazine

She's a magazine (And now, look: she's teacher's pet)

She's a magazine

All right (And now, look: she's teacher's pet)

All right!

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written by Bottum, Roddy Christopher / Schwartz, William Mark / Stebbins, Joan Marie / Truell, Lynn Elise

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