I have seen the art
Of my stupid counterpart
The proportion's wrong
Every line unsure
The erased marks like a sore
Thumb swelling and cumbersome

Still, the prints get made
Though I really wanna say
That I've got her beat; I never speak

When a playdate ends
Do you call your other friends
Or do you go home?

Do you lock your door?
Do you lay down on your carpet
Counting threads 'til you get to one?

Once you've sat with kids
It's so hard to leave their table for the kids full grown
And my, I've grown
Some very big teeth

They're not even full grown
They're not even full

Once you've sat with kids
It's so hard to leave their table for the kids full grown
And my, I've grown
Some very big teeth