This is a song I wrote in World Geography last year! It's about stuff...(Whoa is pronounced wO..like, oh woe is me..) but uh, yeah, enjoy!
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Nobody knows the trouble I've seen
Adults don't know how chicks can be mean
You can't understand my life
You're trying to live it
Don't understand
Why can't you get with it?
Saying, go!
Why won't you go away?
I'm saying whoa!
Why you gotta be that way?
Whoa!
Why can't you get with it?
Whoa!
What's wrong with you baby?
Saying Whoa!
Get with it!
Why can't you leave me be?
Why can't you see?
That you're not like me
I don't understand why you will not go away
And I'm wondering why, you will not go away!?
And I'm saying go, why won't you go away?
I'm saying whoa! Why you gotta be that way?
Whoa! Why can't you get with it
Whoa! You're trying to get with it
Whoa! What's wrong with you baby
Saying Whoa! Get with it!
All these preps are so rude
They think they're the only one's with an attitude
Well, I gotta news flash for you
My individuality is nothing new!
Saying go, why won't you go away?
I'm saying whoa! Why you gotta be that way?
Whoa! Why can't you get with it
Whoa! You're trying to get with it
Whoa! What's wrong with you baby
Saying Whoa! Get with it!
