I Just Can'T

i sit in this solomn class room trying my hardest to concentrate on what the teacher has to say but all i want to think about is how happy i am when we talk how i get butteries and how my heart races when you smile how i shiver from every loving word this class, its nothing of much fun you see because its history i rather lay my head down and fall asleep with dreams of you in y head rather than sit up strait in my chair get yelled at for not knowing an answer gosh history teachers are rude my mind is wondering now its wondering to thoughts of you sop i sit in this class room with nothing better to do than to think of you.