Teacher's Pet - Imperial Teen

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, alright.

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.