I suppose 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 La la la la...