Lyrics:

Now in my younger days I used to sport a shagWhen I went to school I carried lunch in a bagWith an apple for my teach
er 'cause I knew I'd get a kissAlways got mad when the class was dismissedBut when it was in session, I always had a question
I would raise my hand to make her stagger to my desk andhelp me with my problem, it was never muchJust a trick, to smell her
scent and try to sneak a touchOh, how I wish I could hold her hand and give her a hugShe was married to the man, he was a th
ug,His name was Lee, he drove a Z,he'd pick her up from school promptly at three o'clockI was on her jock, yes indeedy I wro
te graffiti on the busFirst I'd write her name then carve a plus,with my name last, on the looking glass,I seen her yesterda
y but still I had to let her passShe keeps on passin me by...When I dream of fairytales I think of me and ShellySee she's
my type of hype and I can't stand when brothers tell meThat I should quit chasin' and look for something betterBut the smile
that she shows makes me a go-getterI haven't gone as far as asking if I could get with herI just play by the ear and hope she
gets the pictureI'm shootin for her heart, got my finger on the triggerShe could be my broad, and I could be her (nigga)But
, all I can do is stare...Back as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dareNow she's more sophisticated, highly edu-m
a-catednot at all over-rated, I think I need a prayerto get in her book and it looks rather dryI guess a twinkle in her eye
is just a twinkle in her eyeAlthough she's crazy steppin, I'll try to stop her strideCause I won't have no more of this passi
n me byTime for me to voice my opinion of not