I suppose that I've seen you three times now
And I guess that I'm wondering how
You keep the boys at bay
I have a feeling that they
Are wondering too

I've seen you with your hair down at least five times
And always wondered
what makes a man commit crimes?
But even I would sometimes
If it weren't for the likes of you

And your glasses, your hideous glasses
When you remove them I would rather skip my classes and be caught
Than to entertain the thought
That someday you'll just put them on again
But I can make the best of it until then

Still I know you go deeper than your beauty
You go well above and beyond the call of duty
To your country and your school
But I grew up too cool

I'm like the rest of them with our thumbs up our asses
If you call I will come
But I'm about as quick as molasses
When I dream of you
You're not wearing your glasses
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La la la la la, la la la, la la la la la la la la la la
La la la, la la, la la la la la, la la la la la

Writer : SCOTT, ANDREW MURPHY, CHRIS FERGUSON, JAY PENTLAND, PATRICK
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group