Lyrics:

My little third grade hand wrote I love you
On a note of yellow paper
And sent it to the front of the room to a little blonde-haired girl
The blonde-haired girl just opened it
And read it to herself
I was so embarrassed when she turned around and said
I'm already taken
You spoke up to late
I love somebody else
So you'll just have to wait
The years flew by so quickly
And there we were in junior high
I realized that I still loved her so
So I called her up and told her
Exactly how I felt
Then she said, there's something
That you really ought to know
I'm already taken
You spoke up to late
I love somebody else
So you'll just have to wait
So wait I did, and never changed my love
For that little blonde-haired girl
Who's now the mother of our little blonde-haired boy
Who's to our hearts so close
I hate to think how fast he's growing up
Last night I overheard them
As she tucked him into bed
He said: mommy, will you marry me?
And this is what she said
I'm already taken
You spoke up to late
I love your daddy, son
So you'll just have to wait
I'm already taken
You spoke up to late
I love your daddy, son
So you'll just have to wait