Passin' Me By

Now in my younger days I used to sport a shag...
When I went to school I carried lunch in a bag,
With an apple for my teacher 'cause I knew I'd get a kiss,
Always got mad, when the class was dismissed,
But when it was in session, I always had a question,
I would raise my hand to make her stagger to my desk and,
Help me with my problem it was never much,
Just a trick to smell her scent and try to sneak a touch,
Oh, how... I wish I could hold her hand and give her a hug,
She was married to the man, he was a thug, his name was Lee, he drove a Z, he'd pick her up from school, promptly at three o'clock...
I was on her jock, yes indeedy, I wrote graffiti on the bus,
First I'd write her name then carve a plus,
With my name last, on the looking glass,
I seen her yesterday but still I had to let her pass...
She keeps on passing me by...
She keeps on passing me by...
She keeps on passing me by...
She keeps on passing me...
When I dream of fairy tales I think of me and Shelly,
See shes my type of hype and I can't stand when brothers tell me,
That I should quit chasing, and look for something better,
But the smile that she shows makes me a go-getter,
I haven't gone as far as asking if I could get with her,
I just play it by ear and hope she gets the picture,
I'm shooting for her heart, got my finger on the trigger,
She could be my broad, and I could be her (and i could be her...)
All I can do is stare...
Back as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dare,
Now she's more sophisticated, highly edu-ma-cated,
Not at all over-rated, I think I need a prayer,
To get in her book, and it looks rather dry,
I guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eye,
Although shes crazy stepping, I'll try to stop her stride,
'Cause I won't have no more of this passing me by
Time for me to voice my opinion, can't be pretending she didn't have me,
Strung like a chicken, chasin' my tail like a doggie,
She was kind of like a star, thinking I was like a fan,
Damn, she looked good, down side, she had a man,
He was a rooty-toot, a nincompoop,
She told me soon your little birdies gonna fly the coop,
She was a flake, like, corn, and I was born not to understand,
By letting her pass I had proved to be a better man...
She keeps on passing me by...
She keeps on passing me by...
She keeps on passing me by...
She keeps on passing me...
Now there she goes again, the dopest Ethiopian,
And now the world around me be gets moving in slow motion,
Whenever she happens to walk, by,
Why does the apple of my eye,
Overlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try?
Wait, no, I did not really pursue my little princess with persistence,
And I was so low-key that she was unaware of my existence,
From a distance I desired, secretly admired her,
Wired her, a letter, to get her, and it went:
"My dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me but I know you very well,
Now let me tell you about the feelings I have for you when I try, or make some sort of attempt, I symp,
Damn I wish I wasn't such a wimp
'Cause then I would let you know that I love you so
And if I was your man then I would be true
The only lying I would do is in the bed with you"
Then I signed "Sincerely the one who loves you dearly, P.S. love me tender"
The letter came back three days later, "Return to sender"
Damn!
She keeps on passing me by...
She keeps on passing me by...
She keeps on passing me by...
She keeps on passing me by...
She keeps on passing me...
Passin' me by-y-y...
She keeps on passing me by... She keeps on passing me by...
She keeps on passing me by... She keeps on passing me by...
She keeps on passing me by... She keeps on passing me by...
She keeps on passing me by... She keeps on passing me by...