Macarroni Girl – Carbona – letras

Little girl sits in the back of the roomAt the first day of schoolThe teacher ask the kids their namesAnd the things they like to doThe things they like to do…Little girl sits in the back of the roomAt the first day of schoolThe teacher ask the kids their namesAnd the things they like to doThe things they like to do…The boys and girls they acted so strangeTelling her about the futil games they playThen little girl, she whispers Paula is my nameEating macarroni is driving me insaneAnd she’ll always be my Macarroni girlShe’s the only one who’s going to rock my worldLittle girl sits in the back of the roomAt the first day of schoolThe teacher ask the kids their namesAnd the things they like to doThe things they like to do…The boys and girls they acted so strangeTelling her about the futil games they playThen little girl, she whispers Paula is my nameEating macarroni is driving me insaneAnd she’ll always be my Macarroni girlShe’s the only one who’s going to rock my worldI was there I couldn’t stand they picking on the little girlThey just can’t see the fact that in this greedy world full of hateThere’s no such virtue as having little pleasures like the one she hasAnd besides that, they should had sense of humor and take it as a subjective jokeAnd she’ll always be my Macarroni girlShe’s the only one who’s going to rock my world