We shop together buying
| We shop together buying new pencils, erasers and notebooks | ||
| The all-important first day of school outfit | ||
| Specially designed to dazzle and amaze | ||
| Everyone who we’ve known since we wore little girl dresses | ||
| 5 | We have known each other since we were three | |
| Preschoolers at the same school | ||
| I was new; you were the pro | ||
| Teaching me how to navigate | ||
| The land of smocks and PB & J | ||
| 10 | You linked my hand to yours and | |
| Ever since then, we’ve never been apart | ||
| First bike rides, broken arms, dance lessons, | ||
| Soccer practice, school reports, bossy sisters | ||
| You and me; me and you- that’s all it’s been | ||
| 15 | September comes and school falls in line | |
| Like the kids waiting patiently to enter the classroom | ||
| As always, the bus stop, bumpy rides, homework, | ||
| Lunch table, clubs, homework, phone calls until we’re asleep | ||
| End of Fall, and days get shorter | ||
| 20 | Once in a while, you’re busy | |
| Too much homework, not feeling well | ||
| Family has plans, no call at all | ||
| I’m beginning to wonder if I did something wrong | ||
| You don’t laugh at my jokes anymore | ||
| 25 | You’re afraid it makes you look silly | |
| You don’t ask what I think about things anymore | ||
| You just don’t seem to care | ||
| December is here, but you’re not | ||
| I don’t know where you are | ||
| 30 | But you’re not with me | |
| Sometimes I see you with a new crowd | ||
| Laughing and acting grown up | ||
| I feel alone and young | ||
| As if I’m seven years old again | ||
| 35 | You’re in the circle and I’m outside | |
| Sticking out like a giant neon sign | ||
| Blinking that the store is closed | ||
| You act like you don’t know me, | ||
| Yet you know me more than I know myself | ||
| 40 | The new kids you call on the phone, | |
| See after school, sit with on the bus, | ||
| I used to wonder what I would say to them | ||
| When I saw you and said hello, | ||
| But, no problem, they don’t talk to me at all | ||
| 45 | March blows in like a lion | |
| And I feel like a lamb | ||
| ready to be pounced on. | ||
| My friend, she is queen of the lion pride. | ||
| April blooms and I wait for gloom | ||
| 50 | But, instead, something unexpected happens | |
| A new girl arrives in my class—wearing her first day outfit | ||
| She looks even more scared than a lamb | ||
| Now that I’m the veteran, I show her the ropes | ||
| Lunch room, homeroom, gym class | ||
| 55 | I see me in her—two lambs trying not to be dinner | |
| I find out that she likes what I like | ||
| Books, movies, music | ||
| I’m laughing again, and so is she | ||
| The line falls in place again | ||
| 60 | The bus stop, bumpy rides, homework, | |
| Lunch table, clubs, homework, phone calls until we’re asleep | ||
| Lambs turn into lions in June | ||
| My old friend, you are a distant memory | ||
| Of a childhood playmate | ||
| 65 | And that’s alright with me | |
| People say these things happen all of the time | ||
| I don’t feel like I know you anymore anyway | ||
| If I had still been your best friend, | ||
| Then I wouldn’t have my new best friend. | ||
| 70 | I guess things really do happen for a reason | |
| I have my reason | ||
| It is September once more | ||
| We shop together buying new pencils, erasers, folders, notebooks | ||
| The all-important first day of school outfit | ||
| 75 | Specially designed to dazzle and amaze | |
| My new best friend is at my side and I am at hers. |
| We shop together buying new pencils, erasers and notebooks | ||
| The all-important first day of school outfit | ||
| Specially designed to dazzle and amaze | ||
| Everyone who we’ve known since we wore little girl dresses | ||
| 5 | We have known each other since we were three | |
| Preschoolers at the same school | ||
| I was new; you were the pro | ||
| Teaching me how to navigate | ||
| The land of smocks and PB & J | ||
| 10 | You linked my hand to yours and | |
| Ever since then, we’ve never been apart | ||
| First bike rides, broken arms, dance lessons, | ||
| Soccer practice, school reports, bossy sisters | ||
| You and me; me and you- that’s all it’s been | ||
| 15 | September comes and school falls in line | |
| Like the kids waiting patiently to enter the classroom | ||
| As always, the bus stop, bumpy rides, homework, | ||
| Lunch table, clubs, homework, phone calls until we’re asleep | ||
| End of Fall, and days get shorter | ||
| 20 | Once in a while, you’re busy | |
| Too much homework, not feeling well | ||
| Family has plans, no call at all | ||
| I’m beginning to wonder if I did something wrong | ||
| You don’t laugh at my jokes anymore | ||
| 25 | You’re afraid it makes you look silly | |
| You don’t ask what I think about things anymore | ||
| You just don’t seem to care | ||
| December is here, but you’re not | ||
| I don’t know where you are | ||
| 30 | But you’re not with me | |
| Sometimes I see you with a new crowd | ||
| Laughing and acting grown up | ||
| I feel alone and young | ||
| As if I’m seven years old again | ||
| 35 | You’re in the circle and I’m outside | |
| Sticking out like a giant neon sign | ||
| Blinking that the store is closed | ||
| You act like you don’t know me, | ||
| Yet you know me more than I know myself | ||
| 40 | The new kids you call on the phone, | |
| See after school, sit with on the bus, | ||
| I used to wonder what I would say to them | ||
| When I saw you and said hello, | ||
| But, no problem, they don’t talk to me at all | ||
| 45 | March blows in like a lion | |
| And I feel like a lamb | ||
| ready to be pounced on. | ||
| My friend, she is queen of the lion pride. | ||
| April blooms and I wait for gloom | ||
| 50 | But, instead, something unexpected happens | |
| A new girl arrives in my class—wearing her first day outfit | ||
| She looks even more scared than a lamb | ||
| Now that I’m the veteran, I show her the ropes | ||
| Lunch room, homeroom, gym class | ||
| 55 | I see me in her—two lambs trying not to be dinner | |
| I find out that she likes what I like | ||
| Books, movies, music | ||
| I’m laughing again, and so is she | ||
| The line falls in place again | ||
| 60 | The bus stop, bumpy rides, homework, | |
| Lunch table, clubs, homework, phone calls until we’re asleep | ||
| Lambs turn into lions in June | ||
| My old friend, you are a distant memory | ||
| Of a childhood playmate | ||
| 65 | And that’s alright with me | |
| People say these things happen all of the time | ||
| I don’t feel like I know you anymore anyway | ||
| If I had still been your best friend, | ||
| Then I wouldn’t have my new best friend. | ||
| 70 | I guess things really do happen for a reason | |
| I have my reason | ||
| It is September once more | ||
| We shop together buying new pencils, erasers, folders, notebooks | ||
| The all-important first day of school outfit | ||
| 75 | Specially designed to dazzle and amaze | |
| My new best friend is at my side and I am at hers. |
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