Harriet the Spy
Notebook full of goodies on other people's lives
And her friends all wonder, they wonder why

Only when happy when
Things all go her way
And she doesn't need
To pretend

Oh pessimisstic, Harriet the Spy

It's no surprise
She doesn't like me
And wonders if my mom sorry she had me
It's no surprise
The tears in my eyes
She wants to pull down my pants and laugh at me

She wonders if
The lady with the cross eyes
Looks in the mirror and wants to die
And she's got me wondering why

Even behind her mother's back
Just because she kind of resembles a giraffe
Oh, she'll pull down my pants and laugh

It's no surprise she doesn't like me
And wonders if my mom's sorry she had me
It's no surprise the tears in my eyes
She wants to pull down my pants and laugh at me

It's no surprise she doesn't like me
Wonders if my mom's sorry she had me
It's no surprise the tears in my eyes
She wants to pull down my pants and laugh at me