Everyday for a week we would try to be a table
Be a sportscar, ice cream cone
The teacher, he would say
Very good except Diana, try, Diana, all alone
So I dug right down to the bottom of my soul
To see how an ice cream felt
I dug right down to the bottom of my soul
And I tried to melt
So the kids in the class said:
Ooh, I feel chocolate, hey, I feel vanilla
He said OK Ross, what do you feel?
And I said nothing, I ain't feeling nothing
Deep down nothing is all my teacher had
Everybody felt something
But I felt nothing
Except the feeling that this bull-shit was absurd

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