Yeah, I said it,

　　Yeah, I believe it, gotta value it,

　　I don`t know, contracts in the sand?

　　I`m not sure, eleven strokes, on someone`s keyboard,

　　Maybe a song, maybe a good word speaker,

　　Maybe a pre-school teacher,

　　Maybe an eleventh grade math teacher,This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it.

　　Now we`re flowing, skateboarding, rollerblading,

　　How do I always have internet?

　　Data, my friend,

　　Living in a first class country,

　　Second class?

　　Who said there was a second class?

　　Are you calling me, second,

　　Calling me eleventh,

　　Still in school?

　　Still working?

　　Bridge building, noodle cudoodling, bear cuddling, freeloading—

　　Piece of crap!

　　5-0! Run for it,

　　For first place,

　　For the grime, and the grind,

　　Mostly the grime,

　　Waiting,

　　Always waiting,

　　For a fresh taste,

　　For eleventh place,

　　For somewhere private,

　　Somewhere, lavish?

　　Hmmm,

　　I think I missed my class,

　　Were you ready for it?

　　Don`t worry, love,

　　We adore you for it,

　　We want more of it,

　　Ah, teacher, you`ve come.