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