She's a Sleestak
The whispers in the hall never bother her at all
Or the laughter from the boys in the gymnasium
Frauline Mueller at the scratches on her arm
And the German homework is late again, oh no
She's a Sleestak...
The neighbors are concerned about the bruises and the burns
And the seaweed smell that comes in from the rain
And there's something wrong with the Johnsons' lawn
And someone says "Honey have you seen the cats today?"
She's a Sleestak...
Writer/s: Parry Gripp
