So early you got fed up
You got disappointed in their speeches
Where everything was soon but not yet, yet, yet, never ever
You went to school with angry eyes
They said "That kid's messed up"
And "Behave better
If you're quiet and well-mannered, thorough
Everything's a lot easier
Otherwise you'll just regret this someday"
And you think
They never want me
They want some kind of Laura Ingalls
To kindly obey in her little apron
But one day I'll rise and laugh at the world
One day I'll do whatever I want
And they'll be sorry
Today you couldn't take it anymore
As everyone's gazes lingered on you a bit too long
Sometimes they yell after you "You're crazy, crazy, crazy is what you are"
And so you decided to leave before someone gets punched
You packed your makeup, necklaces and belts
And all the unfinished writing projects
And the Swedish teacher's Visa
That she had left to the classroom for the recess
With that you'll be sure to get to London
And you think
They never want me
They want some kind of Laura Ingalls
To bear it all and always forgive
But one day I'll rise and laugh at the world
One day I'll do whatever I want
And they'll be sorry
They never want me
They want some kind of Laura Ingalls
To bear it all and always forgive
But one day I'll rise and laugh at the world
One day I'll do whatever I want
And they'll be sorry