So-so Sorry Teacher
Half-handed Cloud
Between your glasses and your face Is a space for a paper airplane flying. And there's no sense in lying Because you knew it, And found out that I was the one that blew it, (over to you)
Between your glasses and your face Is a space for a paper airplane flying. And there's no sense in lying Because you knew it, And found out that I was the one that blew it, (over to you)