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Now in my younger days I used to sport as 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 and
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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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When I dream of fairytales 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 it by 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...
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Back as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dare
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Now she's more sophisticated, highly edu-ma-cated
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not at all over-rated, I think I need a prayer
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to get in her boots 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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And I must voice my opinion of not even pretending 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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Now there she goes again, the dopest Ethiopian
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And now the world around me be gets movin in slow motion
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when-ever 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 persistance;
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And I was so low-key that she was unaware of my existance
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From a distance I desired, 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 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, PS love me tender
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The letter came back three days later: Return to Sender
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Damn!
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She keeps on passin me by...
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Passin Me By
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The Pharcyde |