Lyrics to Sack Lunch
The pre-pube found himself at home
His parents left him all alone
The pizza boxes of his heart
Empty before they start
He said to me, "How can I know
That he's the child of a ho?"
I said "It's written all over your face"
He came to classes I visit
Asked "What is love?
Do I miss it?"
I said "Wherever you find it
It probably already is"
I slipped, he slumped
I bummed a bump
We woke up cold
And I said. "I'm stumped"
He said, "Don't think"
I said, "Fine, I'll see you tomorrow"
Class resumed September 8th
I eyed him up when he came in late
He passed me a note that read
"I'd love to meet you in your own bed"
I thought I'm way too old for this
He's not 18, don't he get the gist?
I said our ages, they don't fit
He said, "I am mature for my age"
I said, "You don't know you cannot gage
You only know other kids your age"
I slipped, he slumped
I bummed a bump
We woke up cold
And I said. "I'm stumped"
He said, "Don't think"
I said, "Fine, I'll see you tomorrow"
He's in my daughter's cooking class
Wearing an apron, slung low on his ass
I thought, "Wouldn't it be fine
For us to leave and change our minds?"
He said, "I don't know
That don't sound great"
But me and pre-pube,
We found ourselves loving
And coveting the same Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, news made it
All the way back home
Hubby said, "I left the kids alone"
I said, "How could I love a 12 year-old boy?"
I slipped, he slumped
I bummed a bump
We woke up cold
And I said. "I'm stumped"
He said, "Don't think"
I said, "Fine, I'll see you tomorrow"
I'll see you tomorrow
You little chalkboard of a boy
Chalkboard as a toy
Break my heart, you boy
Leave it on the sidewalk
You fucking boys are all the same
Oh, all the same
His parents left him all alone
The pizza boxes of his heart
Empty before they start
He said to me, "How can I know
That he's the child of a ho?"
I said "It's written all over your face"
He came to classes I visit
Asked "What is love?
Do I miss it?"
I said "Wherever you find it
It probably already is"
I slipped, he slumped
I bummed a bump
We woke up cold
And I said. "I'm stumped"
He said, "Don't think"
I said, "Fine, I'll see you tomorrow"
Class resumed September 8th
I eyed him up when he came in late
He passed me a note that read
"I'd love to meet you in your own bed"
I thought I'm way too old for this
He's not 18, don't he get the gist?
I said our ages, they don't fit
He said, "I am mature for my age"
I said, "You don't know you cannot gage
You only know other kids your age"
I slipped, he slumped
I bummed a bump
We woke up cold
And I said. "I'm stumped"
He said, "Don't think"
I said, "Fine, I'll see you tomorrow"
He's in my daughter's cooking class
Wearing an apron, slung low on his ass
I thought, "Wouldn't it be fine
For us to leave and change our minds?"
He said, "I don't know
That don't sound great"
But me and pre-pube,
We found ourselves loving
And coveting the same Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, news made it
All the way back home
Hubby said, "I left the kids alone"
I said, "How could I love a 12 year-old boy?"
I slipped, he slumped
I bummed a bump
We woke up cold
And I said. "I'm stumped"
He said, "Don't think"
I said, "Fine, I'll see you tomorrow"
I'll see you tomorrow
You little chalkboard of a boy
Chalkboard as a toy
Break my heart, you boy
Leave it on the sidewalk
You fucking boys are all the same
Oh, all the same
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