Now in my younger days, I used to sport a sag,
And when I went to school, I carried lunches in a bag,
With an apple for my teacher, cuz I knew I'd get a kiss,
Always got mad, when the class was dismissed,
But when it was in session, I always had a question,
I would raise my hand, to make her stand up to my desk and,
Help me with my problem, it was never much,
But this chick was smelling sweet, I had to sneak a touch,
Ooh, how, I wish I could hold her hand and give her a hug,
She was married to the man, his name was Lee, he drove a Z,
He'd pick her up from school, Probably round three o clock,
I was on her jock, yes indeedy,I wrote graffitti on the bus,
First I'd carve her name and then a plus,
With my name last, soft looking lass,
A game from yesterday, but still I had to let her pass.
Now there she goes again, the dopest ethiopian,
And now the world around me, keeps on movin in slow motion,
When ever, she happens to walk by,
Why does the apple of my eye,
Overlook and disregard my feelings, no matter much I try,
Wait, no, I did not really pursue my little princess with presistance,
And I was so lonely, that she was unaware of my existance,
From a distance, I desired her, secretly admired her,
Aquired, a letter, to get her, and it went,
"My dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me, but I know you very well, and let me tell you of the feelings I have for you,
When I try, or make some sort of attempt, I simp,
Damn I wish I wasnt such a wimp,
Cuz then I would let you, that I love you so, and if I was your man, that I would be true,
The only lying I would do in the bed with you.."
Then I signed it "The one who loves you dearly - PS Love me tender"
The letter came back three days later - Return To Sender
DAMN !
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