Far behind the forest a flying paper airplane's
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Grazing on the grounds of ponytails
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The substitute is counting down her ticks 'til recess
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Hammering down to size her fingernails
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Because today's the day Sebrina builds her box lunch buffet
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(Kool aid, sandwiches and chips for all the shoulders)
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Lunch is on the table soon dessert is on the floor, singing...
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So serene, Sebrina makes me feel so serene
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So serene, Sebrina makes me feel so serene
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Chesney's looking dapper in his brand new dunce cap
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Strolling down the runway to an "F"
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(never has he ever looked as lovely...the one and only)
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With all the others watching eating paste and plato
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He fights the urge to run and kiss the chef
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'Coz she's a lovetarian especially in the form of puppies
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So he keeps his elbows off her table
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(but spills the beans)
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That he loves the girl behind the boysenberry punch
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(Sebrina)
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So serene, Sebrina makes me feel so serene
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(Our lady of the jabberwock)
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So serene, Sebrina makes me feel so serene
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(I live to smell her tulips talk)
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So serene, Sebrina makes me feel so serene
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(Hostess for the show and tell, the shepherdess of the muscatel)
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Lunchbox, Hop-scotch, On the rocks
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With spit-balls, pratfalls, alcohol
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Sebrina
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Sabrina (Paste & Plato)
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