Thursday, September 13, 2012

The true love story - the way kids interact PARODY OF RIHANNA & EMENEM... MOMS GOTTA SEE THIS


Just going to ride past you on my bike
That’s all right because I’m not sure who I like
Why did you give me an indian burn
I told the principal because it really hurt
Your such a stupid jerk
I cant tell her that I like her
I can only shoot her with a spit ball
She should know that it means the same thing after all
I threw glue at her just to get a reaction
She was a distraction from addition and fractions
Drew a picture of her because I thought she was neat
We’ve always been close because we have assigned seats
I’ll never forget when I passed her that note
Cause she check the box yes and that’s all that she wrote
From then it was great and we had a play date
We played house and she made me a fake play-doh steak
The next day I saw something that I’ll never forget
She was playin and layin with kyle in the ball pit
I started to cry and laid down on the floor,
I said you’re a fart face, I don’t like you no more.
I want you out of my heart but your stuck like splinter
Goodbye my moms calling me for dinner.
You said mean things and you ran away
That’s ok, it must have been a blessed day
You stole my heart and you stole my bike
But that’s alright because I love the way you like.
I love the way you like.
Now I apologize for wiping boogers on your jacket and back pack
I wish that I didn’t I wish that I could back track
To the day before they made me sit in the corner
This feels like a third grade restraining order
I knew that I Loved you at first but I fought it
My heart was a kick ball then you suddenly caught it.
I’m Sorry but there’s something I must confess
It was me who ripped off your Nintendo ds.
I feel bad and returned it while you were busy napping
Were together again its just like it never happened
I dressed up as weasly and you were Hermione
You said you had spells that could make me less whiney
You colored inside of the lines of my heart
Cause you opened me up and then you cut a fart in my heart
I’m so bored with the games that were playing
I guess that’s why they call it board games.
Well, I am rubber and you are glue
Words bounce off of me and then stick on to you
Did you just call me a doo doo pie
That’s all right I know you are but what am i?
I know you are but what am I