Head on the table
Laid in my arm,
My feet are still tapping
The beat of my heart.

You'd never guess how boring
These lessons can be,
Making everyone sleep,
Not just me.

I watch my hand move,
My eyes follow the ink,
That flows from my pen,
Colourful and pink.

They say write in black,
But how boring's that?
Pink is much better to me.

My chair's on two legs,
My writing's a mess,
My eyes start to look at
The doodles on the desk.

Hand in my hair,
Arm almost dead,
Every desk note
Already read.

I watch my hand move,
My eyes follow the ink,
That flows from my pen,
Colourful and pink.

They say write in black,
But how boring's that?
Pink is much better to me.