| It all started on the school bus,
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| You were 9 and I was 10,
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| Remember you had a Walkman,
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| All I had was a middle part and a pen
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| Oh sweet Louise,
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| Whatever happened to her?
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| Then is all went downhill,
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| You grew tall I stayed the same,
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| I guess that’s just puberty,
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| Making us boys all play a losing game
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| Oh sweet Louise
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| I always found it hard to work things through,
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| Those school uniforms made a joke,
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| Made a joke of me and you,
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| I’m glad I’m not back in school
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| She got an older boyfriend (how could she?)
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| Had a beard,
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| Smoked Marlboro red,
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| How can I compete with that? |
| (how can he?)
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| I don’t even know the location of the bike sheds
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| Oh sweet Louise
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| I always found it hard to work things through,
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| Those school uniforms made a joke,
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| Made a joke of me and you,
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| I always found it hard to work things through,
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| Those school uniforms made a joke,
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| Made a joke of me and you
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| I remember short skirts,
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| Long hair,
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| My hormones flying everywhere
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| I always found it hard to work things through,
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| Those school uniforms made a joke,
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| Made a joke of me and you,
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| I always found it hard to work things through,
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| Those school uniforms made a joke,
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| Made a joke of me and you
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| I’m glad I’m not back in school |