I was on her jock, yes indeedy, I wrote graffiti on the bus
Wired her a letter to get her, and it went
And help me with my problem, it was never much
Just a trick, to smell her scent and try to sneak a touch
She keeps passin' me by
Wait, no, I did not really pursue my little princess with persistence
I just play by the ear and hope she gets the picture
The letter came back three days later
Although she's crazy steppin', I'll try to stop her stride
She keeps on passin' me by
Strung like a chicken, chase my tail like a doggie
Dude, she looked good, down side, she had a man
She keeps on passin' me by
She keeps on passin' me by
With an apple for my teacher 'cause I knew I'd get a kiss
To get in her book and it looks rather dry
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And now the world around me begets movin' in slow motion
Now there she goes again, the dopiest Ethiopian
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She keeps on passin' me by
See she's my type of hype and I can't stand when brothers tell me
Not at all over-rated, I think I need a prayer
Damn I wish I wasn't such a wimp!
P.S. love me tender'
But the smile that she shows makes me a go-getter
Now she's more sophisticated, highly edumacated
'Return to sender', damn!
She keeps on passin' me by
But, all I can do is stare back
I guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eye
The only lying I would do is in the bed with you
(Passin' me by)
Oh, how I wish I could hold her hand and give her a hug
She keeps on passin' me by
Whenever she happens to walk by, why does the apple of my eye
She keeps on passin'
He was a rooty-toot, a nincompoop
She could be my broad, and I could be her nigga
Overlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try?
(Passin' me by)
Always got mad when the class was dismissed
She keeps on passin' me
She keeps on passin' me by
She told me, "Soon your little birdie's gonna fly the coop"
When I dream of fairy tales I think of me and Shelly
I'm shootin' for her heart, got my finger on the trigger
And if I was your man then I would be true
I would raise my hand to make her stagger to my desk
'Cause I won't have no more of this passin' me by
Now let me tell you about the feelings I have for you
She keeps on passin' me by
But I know you very well
Then I signed sincerely, 'The one who loves you dearly
She keeps passin' me by
Time for me to voice my opinion of not even pretendin' she didn't have me
She keeps passin' me by
She was married to the man, he was a thug
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When I went to school I carried lunch in a bag
As kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dare
I seen her yesterday but still I had to let her pass
I haven't gone as far as asking if I could get with her
That I should quit chasin' and look for something better
But when it was in session, I always had a question
His name was Lee, he drove a Z
Now in my younger days I used to sport a shag
When I try, or make some sort of attempt, I symp
'Cause then I would let you know that I love you so
She was a flake like corn, and I was born not to understand
With my name last, on the looking glass
She was kind of like a star, thinking I was like a fan
Passin' me by, passin' me by
And I was so low-key that she was unaware of my existence
From a distance I desired her, secretly admired her
She keeps on passin' me by
He'd pick her up from school promptly at three o'clock
By lettin' her pass, I had proved to be a better man
She keeps on passin'
First I'd write her name then carve a plus
My dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me
She keeps on passin' me by