Текст песни Sebrina, Paste and Plato

Far behind the forest of Flying paper aeroplanes Grazing on the grounds of ponytails The substitute is counting down her ticks till Recess Hammering down to size her fingernails Because today's the day sebrina builds her box Lunch buffet Kool-aid, sandwiches and chips for all the Shoulders Lunch is on the table soon dessert Is on the floor singing So serene sebrina makes me feel so serene So serene sebrina makes me feel so serene Chesney's looking dapper in his brand New dunce cap Strolling down the runway to an "f" (never has he look so lovely) With all the others watching Eating paste and plato (the one and only) He fights the urge to run and kiss the chef But she's a lovetarian especially in the form of Puppies So he keeps his elbows off her Table but he spills the beas That he loves the girl behind the boysenberry Punch (sebrina) So serene sebrina makes me feel so serene (our lady of the jabberwock) So serene sebrina makes me feel so serene (i live to smell her tulips talk) So serene sebrina makes me feel so serene (hostess for the show and tell the shepherdess Of the muscatel flock) Lucnhbox, hopsctoch on the rocks with spitballs, Pratfalls, alcohol Sebrina...