Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Passing Me By

"Now in my younger days I used to sport a shag.
When I went to school I carried lunch in a bag,
with an apple for my teacher 'cause I knew I'd get a kiss.
Always got mad when the class was dismissed.
But when it was in session, I always had a question.
I would raise my hand to make her stagger to my desk and
help me with my problem, it was never much,
just a trick, to smell her scent and try to sneak a touch.
Oh, how I wish I could hold her hand and give her a hug
She was married to the man, he was a thug,
His name was Lee, he drove a Z,
he'd pick her up from school promptly at three o'clock
I was on her jock, yes indeedy I wrote graffiti on the bus
First I'd write her name then carve a plus,
with my name last, on the looking glass,
I seen her yesterday but still I had to let her pass
She keeps on passin me by...

When I dream of fairytales I think of me and Shelly.
See she's my type of hype and I can't stand when brothers tell me,
that I should quit chasing and look for something better.
But the smile that she shows makes me a go-getter.
I haven't gone as far as asking if I could get with her.
I just play by the ear and hope she gets the picture.
I'm shootin for her heart, got my finger on the trigger.
She could be my broad, and I could be her...
But, all I can do is stare
Back as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dare
Now she's more sophisticated, highly edu-ma-cated
not at all over-rated, I think I need a prayer
to get in her book and it looks rather dry
I guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eye
Although she's crazy stepping, I'll try to stop her stride
Cause I won't have no more of this passin me by
Time for me to voice my opinion of not even pretending she didn't have me
Sprung like a chicken, chasing my tail like a doggie
She was kind of like a star, thinking I was like a fan
Damn, she looked good, down side: she had a man
He was a rooty-toot, a nincompoop
She told me soon your little birdie's gonna fly the coop
She was a flake like corn and I was born not to understand
By letting her pass I proved to be a better man

She keeps on passin me by...

Now there she goes again, the dopest Ethiopian
And now the world around me be gets moving in slow motion
whenever she happens to walk by - why does the apple of my eye
overlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try?
Wait, no, I did not really pursue my little princess with persistance;
And I was so low-key that she was unaware of my existance
From a distance I desired her, secretly admired her;
Wired 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 well
Now let me tell you about the feelings I have for you
When I try, or make some sort of attempt, I symp
Damn I wish I wasn't such a wimp!
'Cause then I would let you know that I love you so
And if I was your man then I would be true
The only lying I would do is in the bed with you
Then I signed sincerely the one who loves you dearly, PS love me tender
The letter came back three days later: Return to Sender


She keeps on passin me by...

She keeps passing me by."
- "Passing Me By" by the Pharcyde from the album Bizarre Ride II Tha Pharcyde

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