Nobody Likes Me, I Do Care
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Red hair, blue eyes – that’s my trouble
Red hair is Carrots, Firehead and Ginge
But being blue-eyed causes bullies to whinge
Not ‘cos my eyes are blue
That’s not a crime (yet)
But because the teachers like me
I’m known as Teachers Pet
I’m no angel but I like to learn
I want a career so that I can earn
Big money for the blue-eyed boy
Send my kids to a private school
Where they expel bullies like trash
For doing you over and stealing your cash
Bullies pick on me ‘cos I’m different
Yeah, I am different
I don’t go round bullying people
My opinions don’t get respect
Because I’m quiet
Don’t mean I’m not allowed
Bullies guard the gate of acceptance
Don’t know how I’m going to get through
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My uncle gave me a ticket to the game
Said it might cheer me up
Watching a load of crocked has-beens
With no chance of winning the cup
He made me laugh
I set off for the ground
Do me good to get some air
On the way I found ten pounds
I chased after the boy who’d dropped it
Is this yours I said
He looked at me all dressed in blue
He was head to toe in red
I realised who it was
The ringleader of the bullying gang
Thanks he said, putting the money away
No problem I said and then ran
Wait, he yelled
You going to the match?
In my hat, scarf, rosette and replica shirt, no, I thought
Suddenly brave upon this neutral patch
I’ll walk with you
And we started walking, side by side,
I made a joke, he laughed
I felt bigger, held myself with pride
Give me your number, I’ll call you
Buy you a burger after the game
You’ve got my ‘phone, I stuttered
Ready to be called all sorts of names
He went quiet, gave me back my ‘phone
I still go to games, but not on my own
Don’t matter that we support different teams
We have something in common
In our theatre of dreams
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