[OK, folks, this one's a freebie.]

Yuki, Mami, and Asako are....

the Shangri-Las!

_Artist of the Pack_

Is she really falling in love with him?
Well, there she is. Let's ask her.
Yuki, is that Piro's style you're wearing?
Gee, it must be great drawing with him.
Is he picking you up after school today?
By the way, where'd you meet him?

I met him at the manga store
He turned around and blushed at me,
you get the picture?
Yes, we see.
That's when I fell for the artist of the pack.

<skritch, skritch>

My folks are always putting him down
(down, down)
They say he came from too far out of town
(What do you mean when you say
he came from too far out of town?)
They told me he drew bad
I told them he was sad;
that's when I fell for the artist of the pack.

<skritch, skritch>

One day my dad said: "Find someone new."
I had to tell Piro that we're through
(What do you mean when you say
that you'd better find someone new?)
He stood there and asked me why,
but all I could do was cry,
I'm sorry I hurt you, artist of the pack.

<skritch, skritch>

He sort of smiled, and kissed me goodbye;
the tears were beginning to show.
As he drew away that rainy night,
I begged him to draw slow;
whether he heard, I'll never know.

Look out, look out, look out!

I felt so helpless, what could I do?
Remembering all the things we'd been through
In school they all stop and stare
I can't hide my tears, but I don't care
I'll never forget him, the artist of the pack.

The artist of the pack, now he's drawn outside the lines...
(the lines, the lines)


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