Remember When
we would sit on the playground singing:
S-o-S-o-S-o-S
My mother, your mother,
live across the street,
18&19 Blueberry Street.
Every night they had a fight
and this is what they said:
Boys are rotten, made ou t of cotton.
Girls are Dandy, made out of Candy
Boys go to Jupiter, to get more stupider,
Girls go to Mars, to be Movie Stars!
I HATE BOYS!
BLAH!
isn't funny how now that the song is the complete opposite of how we feel now???