We head back to class The teacher squirming his fingers under my panties Under the desk He looks around and pretends he’s not doing it I pretend he’s not doing it He goes to the next girl and I feel a flash of jealousy The air gets thinner and tastes like rot School is over I leave for the arcade Watch out for the old walrus The old man likes to touch young pussy We try to stay away I wonder why nobody kicks him out
