• My heart stops when she pass
    My mind wonders off in the middle of class
    Her long locks whip across my face as she walk
    When she is close I can't seem to talk
    The smell of her perfume sweeps me away
    I cant concentrate on nothing today
    How could one ever be so nice
    To talk to her; impossible; my feet are ice
    The bell rings and she walks right pass
    Thats why I hate the end of class
    Its okay; no worries; I'll she her another day
    And then; I promise you; she won't get way