Waldfield - Back to School Night lyrics

Do you want another story about teaching? I got one. I mean I got hundreds, but here's one Man, I used to think Back to School Night was such a drag Givin' up my evenin' to talk to the moms and dads Like I coulda been in bed an hour ago Dreamin' about what I wanna do to your daughters' holes And y'all are even worse than your kids though With your heads on your desks or lookin' at your cell phones You don't wanna be here, and I don't wanna be here So when I make this point, I'ma be clear Back to School Night has got to go Write a petition on the superintendant's throat I'll sign it from the inside with my cum Then I'll make him sign it too, with his own blood, cuz Back to School Night is a failed experiment Drop it off the top of a roof like Letterman Cripple it for life like it was a veteran Then get it retired, also like Letterman At least that's what I used to think One year somethin' happened to me That made me view the whole thing a little differently The parents are there, and I'm givin' my recital Pretending that I'm not feeling suicidal, but The thermostat was broken so I took off my sweater One of the moms starts rubbin' her legs together I didn't realize what it meant 'Til everybody left and she approached my desk, I said "You wanna talk about your daughter or somethin'?" She said "Option B," which got me wonderin' But before I got it, her hands were on my body I might become the third guy to cover "La Di Da Di" I said "Wait, your husband's outside" She said "We better be quick then, right?" I tell her, "This won't influence your child's grades" But she just wants to influence my cum on her face Okay, for the next twenty minutes She's s**ing me off while her husband's checking Twitter I hear him laughing at somebody's hashtag While I produce enough cum to fill a trash bag She swallows it, but can't believe how much She says it's a good thing that she skipped lunch I agree, and we part ways I go home and prepare for the next day ("The ending, the epilogue, the best part.") It comes just like I did I smile inwardly when I see her kid Like mother, like daughter, same body type Same innocent smile, same freckled thighs And like her mom, she's approaching my desk Lookin' kinda flustered, and startin' to sweat, she says "I have a question for you, Mr. Fielding My mom wants to know if you'll join us for Thanksgiving." Yo