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Im so tired of being here Suppresed by all my, Monitoral Fears And if you have to leave, Workshop is on Wednesday, Load speed Deamon again, Elizabeth stop shitting! {Chorus} Put hands on monitor Back to your seat Mister Print your work in I.T.A.! If you cry it means you don't do your homework! If you run you know you can't hide from me! And I've coped with you all of these years, And you still sing bad...'Bout me My name is Martha Madalena, Becker Brotowsky.. And if you make fun of my name, Non Satis pad in front of me Your face it haunts, My once pleasant I.T.B, Your noise has chased away, All the sanity in me {Chorus} I tried so hard to tell myself Poland's gone, I love Mr Whittlesea, We go to tropical Island all alone! {Chorus} |