Now in my younger days I used to sport as sag When I went to school I carried lunch in a bag, With an apple for my teacher 'cause 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 stagger to my desk and Help me with my problem, it was never much, Just a trick, to smell her scent and try to sneak a touch Oh, how I wish I could hold her hand and give her a hug. She was married to the man. He was a thug, his name was Lee, he drove a Z, He'd pick her up from school promptly at three o'clock. I was on her jock, yes indeedy. I wrote graffiti on the bus. First I'd write her name then carve a plus, With my name last, on the looking glass, I seen her yesterday but still I had to let her pass.
She keeps on passing me by.... When I dream of fairytales I think of me and Shelly. See, she's my type of hype and I can't stand when brothers tell me, That I should quit chasin' and look for something better, But the smile that she shows makes me a go-getter. I haven't gone as far as asking if I could get with her, I just play it by ear and hope she gets the picture. I'm shootin' for her heart, got my finger on the trigger. She could be my broad, and I could be her nigger, But all I can do is stare. Back as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dare. Now she's more sophisticated, highly edu-ma-cated, not at all over-rated. I think I need a prayer, To get in her book and it looks rather dry, I guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eye. Although she's crazy steppin' I'll try to stop her stride, 'Cause I won't have no more of this passing me by.
And I must voice my opinion of not even pretending she didn't have me. Strung like a chicken, chase my tail like a doggie, She was kind of like a star, thinking I was like a fan. Dude, she looked good, down side: she had a man. He was a rudey, too, a nincompoop. She told me soon your little birdie's gonna fly the coop. She was a flake like corn, and I was born not to understand, By letting her pass I had proved to be a better man.
She keeps on passing me by.... Now there she goes again, the dopest Ethiopian, And now the world around me be gets 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 how much I try? Wait, no, i did not really pursue my little princess with persistance; And I was so low-key that she was unaware of my existence From a distance I desired, secretly admired her; Wired her 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. Now let me tell you about the feelings I have for you. When I try, or make some sort of attempt, I symp. Damn I wish I wasn't such a wimp! 'Cause then I would let you know that I love you so, And if I was your man then I would be true. The only lying I would do is in the bed with you. Give a try and consider the one who loves you dearly, P.S. Love me tender.' The letter came back three days later: Return to Sender. Damn!