i remember my first day, in 6th grade elementary
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the teacher, then called me by my name
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she wore a summer dress, the next day wore a little less
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and still gave me a boner, just the same
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i dropped my pencil on the floor, just to see if i could score
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the perfect view of her panties
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playing kickball in the yard, i sat and watched her from afar
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she was the perfect girl for me
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but i don't know
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where all the seasons go
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the summer came and went too fast
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but i know
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that i'm still feeling pretty low
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i still can't think about her less
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i remember my last day, in 6th grade elementary
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the teacher asked to see me after class
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she tore her clothing off, her juggs were huge and very soft
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i woke up drooling on my desk
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i'd pat erasers after school, tried to pretend that i was cool
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so we could spend some time alone
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she was almost 33, she said you're much too young for me
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now i harass her on the phone
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i'm older now
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i cannot find
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a reason why, that i should
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just put aside
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my feelings there
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i've come undone and i'm still waiting
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for her to decide
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and i'm stating
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i can't tell you why, i can't give up
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6th Grade Crush
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