| Rachel was a year older
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| When I was in the second grade
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| I thought she might know everything
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| I took her word like a golden ring
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| I asked her how to win my man
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| And she said, «I know just the thing»
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| Gave me lipgloss and a hair toss
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| And, after school, a lesson in kissing
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| She called me by the name of a crush
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| I couldn’t decide if she was Cole or Justin
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| I think I called her baby or darling most the time
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| We’d take turns being seduced
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| Imagining the day it would come into use
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| Imagining the day we’d start breaking hearts
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| And taking names
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| She wanted a three-story house
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| I wanted to live by a body of water
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| With my children and their father
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| Children and their father
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| Three sons and a beautiful daughter (Oh)
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| Rachel’s family moved out of town
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| I don’t remember when we stopped hanging out
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| But I still wear a letter R charm on my bracelet
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| And wonder if she thinks of me as her first kiss |