I'm not that cool.
I don't wear jeans.
I've polished an apple or two.
But every grade that I grubbed,
I grubbed it for you.
So call me bookworm;
But I'll never squirm when there's work to be done.

Yes, I'll take my lunch at my desk,
While you're all outside having fun.
Don't vote for me kids of Springfield;
Unless you want an effective leader.
I'll talk to teachers,
I'll handle Skinner.
A vote for Lisa makes you the winner.
VOTE LISA! VOTE LISA! VOTE LISA!

Eyes, pearls, Smile, hair points.
Dress, voice, shoes, Swatch Watch.

I may be the new girl,
But you can't brainwash me.
Just OshKosh B'Gosh me,
And then leave me be.
To fight for kid-power,
I must be heard, not seen.
I have to lead wisely,
Not just primp and preen!

Nails, dimples, ears, scrunchie.
Purse, lunchbox, teeth, Milhouse.

This cute-ing-up suits me,
There's beauty within me.
So let's Olsen-twin me,
Give them someone to love.
This grownup makeover,
Has made me a super-tween.
For they are my people,
And I am their queen!

I'm so happy with my evil plan,
Say "goodbye" to music, gym and art.
Soon we will have the perfect school,
Where fun and excitement never start.

I'm so drunk I can barely see.
But it helps me through another day.
My stomach is fulled with haggis and hurt.
I've got to go puke in some hay.

Lisa is a fool.
I think the rules are cool.
I've fallen in the pool!

What have I done?
What they wanted you to.
Skinner betrayed me!
But a tango takes two.

Poor Lisa! Poor Lisa!
Don't cry for me, kids of Springfield.
You can still reach me through e-mail,
At smart girl six three,
underscore backslash,
At Yahoo dot com.
At Yahoo dot com!

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