Now in my younger days I used to sport a shag When I went to school I carried lunch in a bag With an apple for my teacher ’cause I knew I’d get a kiss Always got mad when the class was dismissed But when it was in session, I always had a question I would raise my hand to make her stagger to my desk and Help me with my problem, it was never much Just a trick, to smell her scent and try to sneak a touch Oh, how I wish I could hold her hand and give her a hug She was married to the man, he was a thug, His name was lee, he drove a z, He’d pick her up from school promptly at three o’clock I was on her jock, yes indeedy I wrote graffiti on the bus First I’d write her name then carve a plus, With my name last, on the looking glass, I seen her yesterday but still I had to let her pass
She keeps on passin me by...
When I dream of fairytales I think of me and shelly See she’s my type of hype and I can’t stand when brothers tell me That I should quit chasin’ and look for something better But the smile that she shows makes me a go-getter I haven’t gone as far as asking if I could get with her I just play it by ear and hope she gets the picture I’m shootin for her heart, got my finger on the trigger She could be my broad, and I could be her (nigga) But, all I can do is stare... Back as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dare Now she’s more sophisticated, highly edu-ma-cated Not at all over-rated, I think I need a prayer To get in her boots and it looks rather dry I guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eye Although she’s crazy steppin, I’ll try to stop her stride Cause I won’t have no more of this passin me by
And I must voice my opinion of not even pretending she didn’t have me Strung like a chicken, chase my tail like a doggie She was kind of like a star, thinking I was like a fan Dude, she looked good, down side: she had a man He was a rooty-toot, a nincompoop She told me soon your little birdie’s gonna fly the coop She was a flake like corn, and I was born not to understand By lettin her pass I had proved to be a better man
She keeps on passin me by...
Now there she goes again, the dopest ethiopian And now the world around me be gets movin in slow motion When-ever she happens to walk by - why does the apple of my eye Overlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try? Wait, no, I did not really pursue my little princess with persistance; And I was so low-key that she was unaware of my existance From a distance I desired, secretly admired her; Wired her a letter to get her, and it went: My dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me but I know you very well Now let me tell you about the feelings I have for you When I try, or make some sort of attempt, I symp Damn I wish I wasn’t such a wimp! ’cause then I would let you know that I love you so And if I was your man then I would be true The only lying I would do is in the bed with you Then I signed sincerely the one who loves you dearly, ps love me tender The letter came back three days later: return to sender Damn!
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