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I just can't wait for the end of term

© 2009 Roderick Macdonald

Geometry, trigonometry,
I must admit they're all Greek to me,
Why do I have to learn such stuff,
Studying math is hard enough,
I am so bored, I don't want to learn,
I just can't wait for the end of term.

I am so bored, I don't want to learn,
I just can't wait for the end of term.

And language study isn't cool,
When I speak French I feel a fool,
But the lessons in geography
Usually seem OK to me,
But learning Latin is a drag,
And English grammar drives me mad.

I am so bored, I don't want to learn,
I just can't wait for the end of term.

So what is it I'd like to do,
Well, I'd like to spend more time with you.
Talking, walking, fooling about,
Having malts at the mall, and hanging out,
Not forced to learn geometry,
And that the square root of nine is always three,

I am so bored, I don't want to learn,
I just can't wait for the end of term.

Why have you been cheatin' on me? (Version 2 )

© 2008 Roderick Macdonald

Verse No. 1
Baby, why have you been cheatin' on me,
You think I am blind, you think I can't see,
Baby, why do you want to treat me this way,
Just what did I do, just what did I say.

Don't gaze at me, Baby, with innocent eyes,
Something tells me you might be telling me lies.

Verse No. 2
Think I don't know what you've been up to,
Or that about that tall guy I haven't a clue,
Well, you're wrong on both counts, so take my advice,
Don't allow that smart alec to ruin your life.

Don't gaze at me, Baby, with innocent eyes,
Something tells me you might be telling me lies.

Cheatin' gals are gals without any class,
Why do they have to change men so fast,
Didn't their mothers ever teach them
That gals are called sluts who have many men.

Verse No. 3
Remember, I'm watching you all of the time,
And waiting once more for you to be mine,
So get rid of that guy and we'll have the chance
To get back together, to renew our romance.

Pictures on the wall

© 2009 Roderick Macdonald

Verse 1
On my wall the pictures show,
Famous stars from long ago,
Monroe, Grable, Harlow too,
But none of them compare to you.

Verse 2
These stars of old I'm sure were good,
Acting art was in their blood,
But you don't act when you're with me,
For in your eyes there's honesty.

So why are these pictures on the wall,
I don't know, I can't recall,
But when I've got you why should I care,
They look quite nice, let's leave them there.

Verse 3
Yes, they were beauties on the screen,
Their romantic roles by millions seen,
But the only role I want to view
Is when you tell me I love you.

So Music Man, Oh Music Man,
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