That English Boy

Okay, I'm not really sure why I wrote this song. But hey, what else can I do when I'm bored?

From the time that I wake up

To the time that I sleep

Theres only one thing I think about

That’s driving me crazy

 

It’s the boy in my math class

That I want to see

Instead of doing equations

I just watch him closely

 

It’s that English boy English boy

He doesn’t call them French fries

It’s that English boy

It’s that English boy English boy

He wears checkered pants

It’s that English boy

 

I feel so embarrassed

To fall for this boy

He’s the only guy who drinks tea

But still, he gives me joy

 

He seems to be the palest guy

In the state of Illinois

But I still swoon over him

He’s the one guy I enjoy

 

It’s that English boy English boy

He doesn’t call them French fries

It’s that English boy

It’s that English boy English boy

He wears checkered pants

It’s that English boy

 

I tell my mom about him

But she just rejects

She thinks he’s a stereotype

Who wears goofy specs

 

But I know he’s different

I know he’s more complex

I’ve stalked him every day at school

‘Cause he’s in all of my subjects

 

It’s that English boy English boy

He doesn’t call them French fries

It’s that English boy

It’s that English boy English boy

He wears checkered pants

It’s that English boy

 

I really want to be his girl

But I don’t have a chance

He talks about his girlfriend

Who’s all the way in France

 

She’s way cooler than me

She can even ballroom dance

The only thing I can have

Is an imaginary romance

 

Author's Note

relax, this is just a silly song. and i already know my rhyming kinda sux.