You Can't Always Be Liked

And when she talks of letters
she cannot spell a single thing
And when she talks of bells
she doesn't know how they ring
And when she talks of people
she doesn't know that they are full of spite
But she will learn one day
you can't always, always be liked

And why does the morning always have to come,
it comes so early
She finds her head wrapped up in every other story
And when she talks about skies
she talks about them filled with kites
But she will learn one day
you can't always, always be liked