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Title: Sk8er Boi--or, "Lamentations," or "Lessons that I Learned from Avril Lavigne"
He was a boy
She was a girl
Can i make it any more obvious (Point out the obvious, and then tell your audience that you've pointed out the obvious.)
He was a punk
She did ballet
What more can i say See? They were totally different. He may as well live in the boondocks, and she, she's high society.
He wanted her
She'd never tell secretly she wanted him as well
But all of her friends
Stuck up their nose Because they only had one. And all those preps are snots and they look down on all of us. They're not down to earth like us punks and sk8ers.
They had a problem with his baggy clothes (Because clothes do, in fact, define personality. Avril knows this, the preps know it, and so should we.)
He was a skater boy
She said see you later boy
He wasn't good enough for her (This is because preppy girls are heartless--that, and because people in high school, especially preps, have such strong self-esteem that they would never be afraid of revealing their crushes to those who hung out in different cliques. They are secure; they are confident that other people accept them for who they are.)
She had a pretty face
But her head was up in space
She needed to come back down to earth (This prep is a representative for all preps.) She thinks she's hot snot on a silver platter, but she's really just a cold booger on a paper plate.
5 years from now
She sits at home
Feeding the baby she's all alone (Preppy girls get married right out of school and start popping out the babies, having sold themselves out for a colonial, two cars, and a collie.)
She turns on tv
Guess who she sees
Skater boy rockin up MTV MTV = Success!
She calls up her friends
They already know
And they've all got
Tickets to see his show
She tags along
Stands in the crowd
Looks up at the man that she turned down (She wants to be rescued from her miserable life of nursing children. If only she and sk8er boi had Got It On when they were in high school.... *sigh* Then, at least, she might be able to file a paternity suit. The moral here is that you should always Get It On with sk8ter boys, because, you kow, sk8ter boys have such a hard time getting tail. If you'd taken the risk, if you'd only hit that shit, well, your relationship would have been the ultimate. Because he's famous! And fame, as we all know, is integral to the success and intimacy of any romantic relationship.)
He was a skater boy
She said see you later boy
He wasn't good enough for her
Now he's a super star
Slamming on his guitar
Does your pretty face see what he's worth? Bam! In your FACE!!!! In your pretty face, girl! Take that, biotch! How do you like me now?!
Sorry girl but you missed out
Well tough luck that boy's mine now BooYah! (You should always rub others' faces in their poor choices.)
We are more than just good friends
This is how the story ends
Too bad that you couldn't see,
See the man that boy could be
There is more that meets the eye
I see the soul that is inside (Clothes may make the man, but the man goes deeper than just his clothes.)
He's just a boy
And I'm just a girl
Can I make it any more obvious
We are in love Because I'm a punk and because I used to sk8, I could see his true depth; I could see into his very soul. And that is why we are in love today--also, because we're famous.
Haven't you heard
How we rock each others world Heh heh HEH! Look what you missin' out on. Ooh yeah, ooh yeah--it hurts.
I'm with the skater boy
I said see you later boy
I'll be back stage after the show
I'll be at the studio
Singing the song we wrote
About a girl you used to know (You should never forgive mistakes. In fact, you should torment those who made them, and in addition to the initial torment, you should write and record the castigation so that those who made the mistakes will suffer in ignominy for the rest of their days on Earth, and indeed their very souls will twist in agony once those days on Earth are spent. And, since the mistakes are recorded for posterity, the sins of the mother will be visited upon the daughter, and her daughter, world without end, forever and ever, amen.)
(Praise be to Avril Lavigne.) |
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