A Word From Francis Songtext

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A Word From Francis Songtext
Evan broke his legs on the swing-set today,
I cried all the way home
My mother makes me dinner
While my father reads the paper

Think I like to be left alone,
With the baseball cards that I collect
And the letters from my grandma that I neglect
Don't you ever wanna make a mess, you don't have to clean up?
Well Chelsea missed the bus
I sat by myself and drew pictures on the window
Her brother isn't feeling good,
I think I'll stop by after school
And show him my new radio

Well, some kids want what other kids got
But me, I like a bedside table
With bottle caps and plastic wrapped figurines
From my favourite TV shows

Sara can't walk home alone no more
This boy's been giving her some trouble
She kissed me on the lips, oh boy, it hurt,
So I went and told her mother, oh yeah

Math's real hard and I don't like books
Sure miss Danny, wish they hadn't took him away from us
I wish to God Danny'd always get exactly what he wants
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