(CHIPTUNE) The Paste Don't Taste The Same No More
When I was in grade three, I saw you looking at me. That was so long ago. But the slide was my one true love. You wanted on, so I gave it up to you. You got a turn, too. As we grow, I won't let you go.
I'd trade my Dunkaroos for your box of apple juice. Well, I know that trade is low for me. But you were supposed to be a real third grade love for me. And it's strange that I can't change. As we grow, I might let you go.
One day in school, I pulled your hair and got left to play four square all alone. All alone, on my own. Because you were supposed to be a real third grade love for me. Well, it's strange that I can't change. As we grow, I will let you go.
The paste don't taste the same no more.more