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I'll never forget the first day I met her |
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That September morning was clear and fresh |
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The way she spoke and laughed at my jokes |
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And the way she rubbed herself |
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Against the edge of my desk |
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She became a magic mystery to me |
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And we'd sit together in double history twice a week |
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And some days we'd walk the same way home |
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And it's surprising how quick |
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A little rain can clear the streets |
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We dreamed of her and compared our dreams |
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But that was all that I ever tasted |
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She lied to me with her body you see |
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I lied to myself 'bout the chances I'd wasted |
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The times we were close, were far and few between |
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In the darkness at the dances in the school canteen |
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Did she close her eyes as I did when we held each other tight? |
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And la la la la la la la la la, means I love you |
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She danced with me and I still hold that memory |
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Soft and sweet and I stare up at her window |
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As I walk down her street, but I never made the first team |
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I just made the first team laugh and she never came to the phone |
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She was always in the bath |
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In the end, it took me a dictionary |
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To find out the meaning of unrequited |
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While she was giving herself for free |
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At a party to which I was never invited |
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I never understood my failings then |
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And I hide my humble hopes now |
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Thinking back she made us want her |
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A girl not old enough to shave her legs |
