Lyrics Teacher's Pet - Jenny Owen Youngs

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Doctor Gregory
He believed in me
All of the grown-ups
Thing I'm a lost cause
When was the last time someone didn't write me
Off to lunch and then
We found him with no head
Cordelia's screaming
But she's real resilient
Shouldn't someone be calling law enforcement
Ahhh ahhh

I won't ever be teacher's pet
I'm really just not cut out for it
Slayers weren't meant to study entymology
Could somebody please put Blaine on mute
And would you get a fucking load of this substitute
Spinning her head around on top of her neck
Who'd wanna be teacher's pet

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Teen Masculinity
So prone to fragility
Just look at Xander
Puffing his chest
Sparring with Blaine in this regressive contest
How often it's been said
Pretty girls just make boys lose their heads
With their smiles that say "take a chance"
On my mandibles and serrated hands

They all wanna be teacher's pet
I'm really really just not down with it
Gotta save my friends from a giant she-mantis
Virgins are her favorite but she hates bat sonar
Sure makes hacking off her hands a little less hard
It's been an evening that I won't soon forget
Who'd wanna be teacher's pet

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I'm gonna go home
Got some homework
Lemme just put these glasses back where they belong