| I was in the classroom after school,
|
| Working on the chalkboard once again.
|
| You were in your uniform,
|
| Standing by the door,
|
| When I saw you,
|
| Saw you there.
|
| You were wondering if I’d walk you home
|
| Even though I lived on the opposite side,
|
| I said sure I don’t need to home soon anyway,
|
| Anyway.
|
| Oh textbook love,
|
| Textbook love,
|
| Hold my little hand baby.
|
| I started to wear my dad’s cologne,
|
| Started combin my hair to the side,
|
| Anything I could do,
|
| Just to keep your attention on me.
|
| But I was just a phantom passin by,
|
| When you were on the track home with you friends.
|
| I was nobody at all,
|
| I just needed an answer baby.
|
| Textbook love,
|
| Textbook love,
|
| Hold my little hand baby.
|
| Textbook Love.
|
| You were the little girl,
|
| I was dreamin' of.
|
| Hold my little hand baby.
|
| Never will I know what you saw in me,
|
| Surely knew exactly what I saw in you.
|
| Thinking back now,
|
| I’m sure that was the only attraction.
|
| Textbook love,
|
| With a textbook style.
|
| Textbook girl,
|
| With a textbook smile.
|
| Textbook love,
|
| When I was on my way to redemption.
|
| Textbook love,
|
| Textbook love,
|
| Hold my little hand baby.
|
| Textbook Love.
|
| You were the little girl,
|
| I was dreamin' of.
|
| Hold my little hand baby.
|
| Lord it’s a shame I know,
|
| Thinking of how it could go.
|
| Hold my little hand baby. |