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!