You sit on that chair
Without a word to say
Neither worries nor care
It's just another day
You woke up late this morning
And miss the bus to school
In class you can\'t stop yawning
The teacher calls you a fool
Your lunch goes to the bullies
Who thinks you\'re really girly
You complain to Headmaster Hanke
Who thinks you are playing a prank
For that you get detention
Your protest nearly causing suspension
Three Thursdays to be precise
Inside the dilapidated Hall of Steve Bryce
The building is old and rickety
The staircase creaks with sound
The interior layout\'s of simplicity
And there seems to be no one around
You peer behind and sigh
The bullies are at the back
They grin evilly and wave Hi!\'
You wonder why life\'s like that
At the other end, however
There sits a girl like no other
She\'s small, diminutive and pretty
And she\'s absolutely witty
It\'s Mary-Ann from A-4
You\'ve never spoken to her before
A school gymnast in particular
You\'ve always fancied her
You heave another sigh
And start daydreaming of her
From the corner of your eye
You notice a fuzzy blur
Turning around, you freeze
It\'s Mary-Ann herself!
She\'d come over like a breeze
Like an F-117 on stealth!
Her Claire Daines smile melts your heart
And her eyes were like the Pacific Sea
Cascaded hair the color of turtle shells
The aura around her fills with tranquility
Many-Ann leans over and extends her hand
A strange sensation occurs which you can\'t comprehend
Flashing a megawatt smile worth a billion pounds
Mary-Ann leaves you speechless and temporary unsound
Immediately your freckled face flushes red
The Nike cap you wear seems too small for your head
Meekly you reach out and barely touch her finger
The slightest contact causes you to tremble and quiver
At the back, however, your easily forget the three
Bullies to be precise - J.J, Hans and Frankie
They snigger and whisper, up to no good
You never notice for you are in an entranced mood
Mary-Ann only has her eyes on you
Those large, almond ovals reflection of the Pacific blue
She starts by saying that she\'s been noticing you
Slowly she asks if you\'ve any beau
Shyly you admit that you feel for her as well
Giggling she blushes - the color of ripened peaches swell
Suddenly you realise, for all that\'s worth
You\'ve finally understood how it feels to be in love!
