Wheels on the bus I'm just looking out the window and it's cold outside There are two boys yelling behind me and I'm terrified Counting trees as they pass me by And I'm trying not to look across the aisle 'Cause Maya's letting Dan put his hand up her skirt And she's got her hand down his pants I know the driver sees it I know he's peeking in the rearview mirror He says nothing Trying to ignore it,