I have seen the art
Of my stupid counterpart
The proportions wrong
Every line, I'm sure
The erased marks like a sore
Thumb swelling and cumbersome

Still the prints get made
Though I really wanna say
That I've got her beat; I never speak

When a playdate ends
Do you call your other friends
Or do you go home

Do you lock your door
Do you lay down on your carpet
Counting threads 'til you get to one

Once you've sat with kids
It's so hard to leave the table before the kids full-grown
And, my, I've grown
Some very big teeth

They're not even full-grown
They're not even full

Once you've sat with kids
It's so hard to hard to leave the table before the kids full-grown
And, my, I've grown
Some very big teeth!