Sebrina, Paste And Plato - 歌词大全

Far behind the forest of flying paper airplanes Grazing on the grounds of ponytails The substitute is counting down her ticks till recess Hammering down to size her fingernails Because today's the day Sebrina builds her box lunch buffet Kool-aid, sandwiches and chips for all the shoulders Lunch is on the table soon dessert is on the floor, singing So serene, Sebrina makes me feel so serene So serene, Sebrina makes me feel so serene Chesney's looking dapper in his brand new dunce cap Strolling down the runway to an 'F' (Never has he ever looked this lovely) With all the others watching Eating paste and Plato (The one and only) He fights the urge to run and kiss the chef But she's a lovetarian especially in the form of puppies So he keeps his elbows off her table But spills the beans That he loves the girl behind the boysenberry punch (Sebrina) So serene, Sebrina makes me feel so serene (Our lady of the jabberwock) So serene, Sebrina makes me feel so serene (I live to smell her tulips talk) So serene, Sebrina makes me feel so serene (The hostess for the Show and Tell, the shepherdess of the muscatel flock) Lunchbox, hopsctoch on the rocks With spitballs, pratfalls, alcohol Sebrina