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 chasin' 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 it by 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 (nigga)
 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 boots and it looks rather dry
 I guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eye
 Although she's crazy steppin, I'll try to stop her stride
 Cause I won't have no more of this passin me by

 And I must voice my opinion of not even pretending she didn't have me
 Strung like a chicken, chase my tail like a doggie
 She was kind of like a star, thinking I was like a fan
 Dude, 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 lettin her pass I had 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 movin in slow motion
 when-ever 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, 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
 Damn!

 She keeps on passin me by