First thing I do
When I get to school
I hang my coat on a hook
If I were you
I'd follow the rule
And not throw away my books
Hooks in the hallway
Have only one purpose
To keep coats and hats off the floor
If I had it my way
I'd choose a hidden surface
Like my locker, and I'd close the door
But I have everything
I ever owned
Inside this little space
I guess I shouldn't bring
My stuff from home
Cause my coat won't fit in this place
But now I'm concerned
Cause my locker is too small
And there's no other place to look
I guess I have learned
To go in the hall
And hang my coat on a hook
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