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Now in my younger days I used to sport a shag |
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When I went to school I carried lunch in a bag |
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With an apple for my teacher 'cause I knew I'd get a kiss |
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Always got mad when the class was dismissed |
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But when it was in session, I always had a question |
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I would raise my hand to make her stagger to my desk |
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And help me with my problem, it was never much |
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Just a trick, to smell her scent and try to sneak a touch |
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Oh, how I wish I could hold her hand and give her a hug |
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She was married to the man, he was a thug |
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His name was Lee, he drove a Z |
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He'd pick her up from school promptly at three o'clock |
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I was on her jock, yes indeedy, I wrote graffiti on the bus |
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First I'd write her name then carve a plus |
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With my name last, on the looking glass |
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I seen her yesterday but still I had to let her pass |
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She keeps on passin' me by |
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She keeps on passin' me by |
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She keeps on passin' me by |
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She keeps on passin' |
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When I dream of fairy tales I think of me and Shelly |
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See she's my type of hype and I can't stand when brothers tell me |
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That I should quit chasin' and look for something better |
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But the smile that she shows makes me a go-getter |
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I haven't gone as far as asking if I could get with her |
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I just play by the ear and hope she gets the picture |
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I'm shootin' for her heart, got my finger on the trigger |
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She could be my broad, and I could be her nigga |
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But, all I can do is stare back |
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As kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dare |
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Now she's more sophisticated, highly edumacated |
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Not at all over-rated, I think I need a prayer |
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To get in her book and it looks rather dry |
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I guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eye |
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Although she's crazy steppin', I'll try to stop her stride |
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'Cause I won't have no more of this passin' me by |
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Time for me to voice my opinion of not even pretendin' she didn't have me |
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Strung like a chicken, chase my tail like a doggie |
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She was kind of like a star, thinking I was like a fan |
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Dude, she looked good, down side, she had a man |
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He was a rooty-toot, a nincompoop |
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She told me, "Soon your little birdie's gonna fly the coop" |
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She was a flake like corn, and I was born not to understand |
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By lettin' her pass, I had proved to be a better man |
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She keeps on passin' me by |
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(Passin' me by) |
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She keeps on passin' me by |
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She keeps on passin' me by |
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(Passin' me by) |
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She keeps on passin' me |
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Now there she goes again, the dopiest Ethiopian |
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And now the world around me begets movin' in slow motion |
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Whenever she happens to walk by, why does the apple of my eye |
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Overlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try? |
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Wait, no, I did not really pursue my little princess with persistence |
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And I was so low-key that she was unaware of my existence |
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From a distance I desired her, secretly admired her |
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Wired her a letter to get her, and it went |
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My dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me |
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But I know you very well |
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Now let me tell you about the feelings I have for you |
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When I try, or make some sort of attempt, I symp |
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Damn I wish I wasn't such a wimp! |
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'Cause then I would let you know that I love you so |
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And if I was your man then I would be true |
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The only lying I would do is in the bed with you |
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Then I signed sincerely, 'The one who loves you dearly |
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P.S. love me tender' |
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The letter came back three days later |
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'Return to sender', damn! |
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She keeps on passin' me by |
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She keeps on passin' me by |
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She keeps on passin' me by |
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She keeps on passin' me by |
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She keeps on passin' |
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Passin' me by, passin' me by |
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She keeps passin' me by |
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She keeps passin' me by |
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She keeps passin' me by |
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