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