Uh..

I don't like this place. I don't. I don't. I don't.

Everybody here wants me to be smart. Everybody asks me to be a big girl. Everybody says sit quiet.

Take me away from here. Hide me in your pocket. Wear me as your cologne. Lock me inside your heart-shaped box. And drown the key.

I want to jump, sing, kick, poke tongue, scratch head, roll eyes, make a face, act stupid, play with fingers, bite your nose, draw in air, splash in mud, pull your hair again. Promise me you'll be there at the end of the day to take the kid back home.

Come, please, I'm calling..

[Thank you, Sweet Knife]