Pizza Face

I'm just mindin' my own business 

Chillin' in the bed

of our little red pickup truck 

Parked in our front yard 

I'm in trouble again, so I can't go far 

Megan and Jamie come runnin' back 

from who knows where 

with some kid my age

His name is Chris 

but I call him "Pizza Face"

They told him that I have "big jugs"

That's all he sees me as–

Boobs, a piece of meat 

He tries to get me to go out with him 

But I turn him down 

Talk tough in my fake British accent 

I hurt his feelings 

But I don't care 

He walks away thinkin'

I'm going back to England 

But I know I'm stuck here in this hellhole...

Weeks go by 

There he is at my bus stop 

Unpleasant suprize 

He confronts me 

If this isn't awkward, I dunno what is

One day after school, I see him on his bike 

When I'm walkin' in the street 

He tries to run me over 

I jump out of the way, scream

and cuss him out 

He disappears down the road 

Thank my lucky stars 

I never see him again