Preschool Days

[Verse 1]

1-2-3-4, count 96 more

And then come and find me

'Cause I'm hiding, baby

Not in the closet or the door

Or down in the playroom where we used to play soccer

And I'd grease the floor with Lysol and love

[Chorus]

Right now gotta get something straight

I can count backwards and make the grades

I will let you carry my books through those preschool days

[Verse 2]

Try to tag me in the laundry chute

Where i'd grab your arm and come crashing down

Like BMX racers over double jumps

Those sentimental days plotting all the ways

Throwing snowballs at innocent passing cars

The last laugh was never ours

[Chorus]

Right now gotta get something straight

I can count backwards and make the grades

I will let you carry my books through those preschool days

Right now gotta get something straight

I can count backwards and make the grades

I will let you carry my books through those preschool days

[Break]

[Verse 3]

And I remember playing games

Walking on bar stools with alias names

And holding our breath, the floor a fiery toxic death, baby

And I would always get my sister straight

Trash the dollhouse with IG-88

And my Han Solo, in his Hoth battle gear clothes

[Chorus]

Right now gotta get something straight

I can count backwards and make the grades

I will let you carry my books through those preschool days

Right now gotta get something straight

I can count backwards and make the grades

I will let you carry my books through those preschool days