I suppose I’ve seen you three times now
And I guess that I’m wondering how
You keep the boys at bay
I have a feeling that they are wondering too
I’ve seen you with your hair down
At least five times, I’ve always wondered
What makes a man commit crimes
But even I would sometimes
If it weren’t for the likes of you
And your glasses your hideous glasses
When you remove them I would rather
Skip my classes and be caught
Then to entertain the thought
That someday you’ll just put them on again
But I can make the best of it until then
Still I know you go deeper than your beauty
You go well above and beyond tha call of
Duty to your country and your school
But I grew up too cool
I’m like the rest of them
With our thumbs up our asses
If you call I will come but
I’m about as quick as molasses
When I dream of you your not
Wearing any glasses
