The Pharcyde - Passin' Me By

Now in my younger days I used to sport as sagWhen I went to school I carried lunch in a bagWith an apple for my teacher 'cause I knew I'd get a kissAlways got mad when the class was dismissedBut when it was in session, I always had a questionI 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 thug, his name was Lee, he drove a ZHe'd pick her up from school promptly at three o'clockI was on her jock, yes indeedy. I wrote graffiti on the busFirst I'd write her name then carve a plusWith my name last, on the looking glassI seen her yesterday but still I had to let her passShe keeps on passing me byShe keeps on passing me byShe keeps on passing me byShe keeps on passing me byWhen 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 it by 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 niggerBut all I can do is stareBack as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dareNow she's more sophisticated, highly edu-ma-cated, not at all over-ratedI 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 stride'Cause I won't have no more of this passing me byAnd I must voice my opinion of not even pretending she didn't have meStrung like a chicken, chase my tail like a doggieShe was kind of like a star, thinking I was like a fanDamn, she looked good, down side: she had a manHe was a rudey, too, a nincompoopShe told me soon your little birdie's gonna fly the coopShe was a flake like corn, and I was born not to understandBy letting her pass I had proved to be a better manShe keeps on passing me byShe keeps on passing me byShe keeps on passing me byShe keeps on passing me byNow there she goes again, the dopest EthiopianAnd now the world around me be gets movin' in slow motionWhenever she happens to walk by, why does the apple of my eyeOverlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try?Wait, no, I did not really pursue my little princess with persistanceAnd I was so low-key that she was unaware of my existenceFrom a distance I desired, secretly admired herWired her a letter to get her, and it went:My dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me but I know you very wellNow let me tell you about the feelings I have for youWhen I try, or make some sort of attempt, I sympDamn I wish I wasn't such a wimp!'Cause then I would let you know that I love you soAnd if I was your man then I would be trueThe only lying I would do is in the bed with youGive a try and consider the one who loves you dearlyP.S. Love me tenderThe letter came back three days later: return to SenderDamn!She keeps on passing me byShe keeps on passing me byShe keeps on passing me byShe keeps on passing me byShe keeps passing me byShe keeps passing me byShe keeps passing me byShe keeps passing me byShe keeps passing me byShe keeps passing me byShe keeps passing me byShe keeps passing me by