| 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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| Cause 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
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| 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 like I did
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| As we held each other tight
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| And 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
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| And I stare up at her window
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| As I walk down her street
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| But I never made the first team
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| I just made the first team laugh
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| 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 |