Secret my love

(i had an itchy throat so sorry!)

Everyday you\\\'d give me my lunch
youd smile sweetly at me
though you thought i was an eighth grader
but i was just a seventh

Your a hot ninth grade fottball plater
and im just a so called hot seventh grader

You charged me less for my lunch
I could tell you liked me

One day i went to your football game
and you came up to me with a pink striped rose in your hand
my favorite of all

you knelt down with the rose in your hand
took my hand
and asked me
to be your girl

I was as hapy as could be
though i had to tell you
i was just a sevfenth grader

i wanted to hold it to the end of the game
so i said yes to you for now
for the game had to be won

Now thje game is over and
i have to tell you
i wonder how youll react.