I'll never forget the first day I met her
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That September morning was clear and fresh
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The way she spoke and laughed at my jokes
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And the way she rubbed herself
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Against the edge of my desk
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She became a magic mystery to me
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And we'd sit together in double
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History twice a week
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And some days we'd walk the same way home
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And it's surprising how quick
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A little rain can clear the streets
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We dreamed of her and compared our dreams
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But that was all that I ever tasted
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She lied to me with her body you see
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I lied to myself 'bout the chances I'd wasted
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The times we were close
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Were far and few between
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In the darkness at the dances in the school canteen
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Did she close her eyes like I did
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As we held each other tight
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And la la la la la la la la means I love you
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She danced with me and I still hold that memory
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Soft and sweet
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And I stare up at her window
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As I walk down her street
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But I never made the first team,
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I just made the first team laugh
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And she never came to the phone
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She was always in the bath
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In the end, it took me a dictionary
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To find out the meaning of unrequited
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While she was giving herself for free
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At a party to which I was never invited
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I never understood my failings then
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And I hide my humble hopes now
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Thinking back she made us want her
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A girl not old enough to shave her legs
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The Saturday Boy
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Billy Bragg |