Macarroni girl

Little girl sits in the back of the room
At the first day of school
The teacher ask the kids their names
And the things they like to do
The things they like to do...

The boys and girls they acted so strange
Telling her about the futil games they play
Then little girl, she whispers Paula is my name
Eating macarroni is driving me insane
And she'll always be my Macarroni girl
She's the only one who's going to rock my world

I was there I couldn't stand they picking on the little girl
They just can't see the fact that in this greedy world full of hate
There's no such virtue as having little pleasures like the one she has
And besides that, they should had sense of humor
And take it as a subjective joke