I Hope I Get It

(marvin hamlisch/ed kleban)



Everyday for a week we would try to be a table

Be a sportscar, ice cream cone



The teacher, he would say

"very good except diana, try, diana, all alone"

So i dug right down to the bottom of my soul

To see how an ice cream felt

I dug right down to the bottom of my soul

And i tried to melt



So the kids in the class said:

"ooh, i feel chocolate, hey, i feel vanilla"

He said "ok ross, what do you feel?"

And i said nothing, i ain't feeling nothing



Deep down nothing is all my teacher had

Everybody felt something

But i felt nothing

Except the feeling that this bull-shit was absurd




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