| Ya, ya, ya, ya
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| You’re a freshman
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| Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh
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| I am in love with a girl in my school
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| But I don’t have a chance
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| Because I’m a freshman and she’s a sophomore
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| She won’t give me a second glance
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| There really isn’t much difference in our age
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| Maybe just a year or two
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| What difference will it make if she is mine
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| When she’s one hundred and I’m ninety-nine
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| You’re a freshman
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| She is so pretty and she’s just my type
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| She makes me flip my lid
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| Because I’m a freshman and she’s a sophomore
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| She treats me like a kid
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| Her friends would say she’s robbing the cradle
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| They would laugh at her
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| That’s why my love doesn’t have a chance
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| Because I’m a freshman and she’s a sophomore
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| Ya, ya, ya, ya
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| You’re a Freshman
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| She is so pretty and she’s just your type
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| She makes me flip my lid
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| Because you’re a freshman and she’s a sophomore
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| She treats me like a kid
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| Her friends would say she’s robbing the cradle
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| They would laugh at her
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| That’s why my love doesn’t have a chance
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| Because I’m a freshman and she’s a sophomore
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| Ya, ya, ya, ya
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| You’re a freshman
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| Ooooh, oooooh, ooooh, oooooh, ooooh
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| Ya, ya, ya, ya
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| You’re a freshman |