There was this freshman
She was quiet and shy, very reserved
Stood out from all the crowds, very beautiful
Sits alone in the cafetaria, watches the sophomore guy
But the sophomore guy
While he has no clue she exists
Has those baby blues on the cheerleader
So he sits with his buddies, has his eyes on the junior
The junior girl in her red mercedes
Her hair in pigtails and wearing all pink
Doesn't notice the sophomore guy as she watches
The senior guy; who has her attention yet he could care less
The senior guy, all hot and wild...
Doesn't notice any but the freshman child
All shy and reserved; to him, she's all he desires
So all year long, he has his eyes on the freshman child |