Down my driveway do I see her walking
with a jaunty stride and ready for talking
about her day and what went on
a big smile on her face, she's ready to do wrong
Oh no my paperclips won't stand a chance
She bends them up as her thoughts do dance
From boys to frogs to scrap books too
She lost my gluestick now I have no glue
I wonder really what she dreams at night
perhaps of kisses, perhaps of love, perhaps of white
A king-size bottle of white out to paint just right
My brand new desk and give me quite a fright
She makes me mad but I like to listen to her too
Share her thoughts and hopes and dreams a new
Why she shares these thoughts with me, it is a mystery
As my office supplies become so much history
And so what is a listening Mark suppose to do
thinks he as I brush the used staples into her shoe
Haha buy in bulk from Staples and break open a drink
Because Tina is my neighbor and I'm her think sink.
You wanted a big finished but there is not one today
See I bought some new paperclips and with them I now play
Its my last chance before they all die a quick death
Because Tina has some new gossip plus failed a big test!