Shartana

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I've been staring at the edge of the classroom

'Long as I can remember

always really knowing why

I wish you would just stop sharting

But I come back and I smell it

No matter how hard I try

Every turn I take

Every trail I track

Every path I make

Every road leads back

To the place I know where I have to go

Where I long to leave

See the line where the butt meets the seat?

It don’t call me

And no one knows

Who sharted

If the wind in their butt in the class stays inside them

One day I'll not smell that again

If I go, there's just no telling how far they’ll go

I know everybody in this classroom

Seems so happy in this classroom

Everything is by design

I know everybody in this classroom

Has a role in this classroom

So maybe they can stop sharting

I can leave with pride

they can make us smell

I'll be satisfied if I leave right now

But the voice inside says a different thing

What is wrong with them!?

See the shart as it shines on the seat?

It's Disgusting

But no one knows

How far it goes

And it seems like the shart keeps flying

Through the air

And let me know

Who sharted?

They just crossed the line!

And the line where the butt meets the seat.

It smell bad

And no one knows

How far the shart goes

If the smell in their butt stays inside them

One day I'll know

Who did that nasty sharting

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