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It all started on the school bus, |
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You were 9 and |
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I was 10, |
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Remember you had a |
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Walkman, All |
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I had was a middle part and a pen |
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Oh sweet Louise, |
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Whatever happened to her? |
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Then is all went downhill, |
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You grew tall |
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I stayed the same, |
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I guess that's just puberty, |
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Making us boys all play a losing game |
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Oh sweet Louise |
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I always found it hard to work things through, |
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Those school uniforms made a joke, |
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Made a joke of me and you, |
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I'm glad I'm not back in school |
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She got an older boyfriend (how could she?) |
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Had a beard, |
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Smoked Marlboro red, |
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How can I compete with that? (how can he?) |
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I don't even know the location of the bike sheds |
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Oh sweet Louise |
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I always found it hard to work things through, |
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Those school uniforms made a joke, |
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Made a joke of me and you, |
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I always found it hard to work things through, |
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Those school uniforms made a joke, |
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Made a joke of me and you |
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I remember short skirts, |
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Long hair, |
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My hormones flying everywhere |
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I always found it hard to work things through, |
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Those school uniforms made a joke, |
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Made a joke of me and you, |
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I always found it hard to work things through, |
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Those school uniforms made a joke, |
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Made a joke of me and you |
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I'm glad I'm not back in school |
