Passing Me By Lyrics

Passing Me By lyrics

Now in my younger days I used to sport a shag
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 by the 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 book 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

Time for me to voice my opinion of not even pretendin 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
Damn, 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 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...