| He wasn’t much to look at.
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| I wouldn’t call him «fun.»
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| He was twelve years old,
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| And I was just eleven.
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| My friends thought I was crazy,
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| But my innocence was won
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| By the boy who introduced my heart to heaven.
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| He was the smartest boy
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| In the whole sixth grade,
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| And I couldn’t believe I’d found him.
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| Though his teeth were in braces
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| And his Dockers were frayed,
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| I just wanted to be around him.
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| There are men who make you lose yourself
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| Or fill you with regret,
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| But Adam won my lifelong love
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| Because he played the clarinet.
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| Doo do doo. |
| Doo do doo…
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| I wanted nothing more
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| Than to share a stand
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| With this prodigy of perfection.
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| I dreamt of afterschool practice
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| With the junior high band,
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| Where we’d sit in the woodwind section.
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| So I marched into the band room
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| And became a devotee.
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| For Adam was my lifelong love,
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| And this would make him notice me.
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| Doo do doo. |
| Doo doo doo…
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| Oh… how I practiced.
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| God, did I suck.
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| Adam gave lessons;
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| I was in luck!
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| All the scales he made me learn by heart.
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| I had never seen him look so cute!
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| I told him that his music was an art.
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| He told me that his girlfriend played the flute.
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| I was the dumbest girl
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| In the whole fifth grade,
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| And now everyone else had seen it.
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| I announced I’d quit the band;
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| My decision had been made,
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| But I wished that I didn’t mean it.
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| For the music had a hold on me,
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| Much more than any fling.
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| I knew I’d found my lifelong love,
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| And Adam didn’t mean a thing.
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| The marching band was not for me,
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| But in the choir, I could sing.
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| Doo doo doo. |
| Doo doo doo…
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| He was the smartest boy
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| In the whole sixth grade.
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| Alternative Lyrics:
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| She wasn’t much to look at.
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| I wouldn’t call her «fun.»
|
| She was twelve years old,
|
| And I was just eleven.
|
| My friends thought I was crazy,
|
| But my innocence was won
|
| By the girl who introduced my heart to heaven.
|
| She was the smartest girl
|
| In the whole sixth grade,
|
| And I couldn’t believe I’d found her.
|
| Though her hair was a mousy mop
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| Of messy French braid,
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| I just wanted to be around her.
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| Sometimes women make you lose yourself
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| Or fill you with regret,
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| But Molly won my lifelong love
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| Because she played the clarinet.
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| Doo do doo. |
| Doo do doo…
|
| I wanted nothing more
|
| Than to share a stand
|
| With this prodigy of perfection.
|
| I dreamt of afterschool practice
|
| With the junior high band,
|
| Where we’d sit in the woodwind section.
|
| So I marched into the band room
|
| And became a devotee.
|
| For Molly was my lifelong love,
|
| And this would make her notice me.
|
| Doo do doo. |
| Doo doo doo…
|
| Oh… how I practiced.
|
| God, did I suck.
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| Molly gave lessons;
|
| I was in luck!
|
| All the scales she made me learn by heart.
|
| I had never seen her look so cute!
|
| I told her that her music was an art.
|
| She told me that her boyfriend played the flute.
|
| I was the dumbest boy
|
| In the whole fifth grade,
|
| And now everyone else had seen it.
|
| I announced I’d quit the band;
|
| My decision had been made,
|
| But I wished that I didn’t mean it.
|
| For the music had a hold on me,
|
| Much more than any fling.
|
| I knew I’d found my lifelong love,
|
| And Molly didn’t mean a thing.
|
| The marching band was not for me,
|
| But in the choir, I could sing.
|
| Doo doo doo. |
| Doo doo doo…
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| She was the smartest girl
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| In the whole sixth grade. |