Betsy is my besty and its what I call her daily
I could make a song about her on a vintage ukelele
Her name isn’t really Betsy but I won’t make it public yet
I run from each lesson to the next starting to sweat
We’re in different sets in school so I don’t see her in class
My tutor tells us off for muddy shoes (from the grass)
We eat lunch together, laugh together and walk home everyday
before taking the bus, we get sweets and she will pay
She pays because we have made an arrangement, a sort of deal
I carry her PE bag and get a small sugar meal
On most Wednesdays I go to hers right after school
We raid her cupboard full of snacks and drink ice water nice and cool
That’s all i have to say about my besty Betsy for now
PS – we’re meeting in the library tomorrow.
Ciao!