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This girl he knew


There was a boy in a small class Who saw a girl so blonde, no sass She looked and smiled while he blushed And thought to himself, What a crush They talked they flirted and then he'd see how much he loved her, a sight to see She came around and held his hand butterflies came, it was so grand She had a boyfriend, who lived so far but started to like this boy, a star The boy was younger, boyfriend old Soon she'd choose who to behold He worked so hard for this beauty at last he kissed her, oh so fruity Later, she leaves him in the rain Countless tears, left in the drain She's gone, a wife, a new last name Not seen again, from their long fame The boy who's covered with mold and dew still must think of the girl he knew
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