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