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Now in my younger days i used to sport as sag
when i went to school i carried lunch in a bag,
with an apple for my teacher and'cause i knew iand'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,
heand'd pick her up from school promptly at three oand'clock.
i was on her jock, yes indeedy. i wrote graffiti on the bus.
first iand'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 passing me by....
When i dream of fairytales i think of me and shelly.
see, sheand's my type of hype and i canand't stand when brothers tell me,
that i should quit chasinand' and look for something better,
but the smile that she shows makes me a go-getter.
i havenand't gone as far as asking if i could get with her,
i just play it by ear and hope she gets the picture.
iand'm shootinand' for her heart, got my finger on the trigger.
she could be my broad, and i could be her nigger,
but all i can do is stare.
back as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dare.
now sheand'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 sheand's crazy steppinand' iand'll try to stop her stride,
and'cause i wonand't have no more of this passing me by.
And i must voice my opinion of not even pretending she didnand'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.
dude, she looked good, down side: she had a man.
he was a rudey, too, a nincompoop.
she told me soon your little birdieand's gonna fly the coop.
she was a flake like corn, and i was born not to understand,
by letting her pass i had proved to be a better man.
She keeps on passing me by....
Now there she goes again, the dopest ethiopian,
and now the world around me be gets movinand' 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 wasnand't such a wimp!
and'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.
give a try and consider the one who loves you dearly,
p.s. love me tender.and'
the letter came back three days later: return to sender.
damn!
She keeps on passing me by...
Ahora, en mis dÃas de juventud yo solÃa lucir como el hundimiento
cuando fui a la escuela me llevó a almorzar en una bolsa,
con una manzana por mi maestro que sabÃa and'cause iand'd conseguir un beso.
Siempre se enojó cuando la clase fue despedido,
pero cuando estaba en la sesión, yo siempre tenÃa una pregunta.
me volverÃa a levantar la mano para hacerla tambalear a mi escritorio y
que me ayude con mi problema, nunca fue mucho,
sólo un truco, para oler su aroma y tratar de pasar un toque
¡Oh, cómo deseo que podrÃa sostener su mano y darle un abrazo.
ella estaba casada con el hombre. él era un matón, que se llamaba Lee, condujo az,
heand'd recogerla de la escuela puntualmente a las tres oand'clock.
yo estaba en la ingle o entrepierna, sà indeedy. i escribió el graffiti en el autobús.
primero iand'd escribir su nombre a continuación hacerse un plus,
con mi apellido, en el espejo,
La vi ayer, pero aún asà tuve que dejarla pasar.
Ella sigue pasando por mà ....
Cuando sueño de los cuentos de hadas pienso en mà y Shelly.
ver, sheand es mi tipo de publicidad y me canand't estar en pie cuando los hermanos me dicen,
que deberÃa renunciar a chasinand 'y buscar algo mejor,
pero la sonrisa que muestra me hace un buscavidas.
i havenand't ido tan lejos como
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
Pharcyde
Passing Me By
Passing Me By
Now in my younger days i used to sport as sag
when i went to school i carried lunch in a bag,
with an apple for my teacher and'cause i knew iand'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,
heand'd pick her up from school promptly at three oand'clock.
i was on her jock, yes indeedy. i wrote graffiti on the bus.
first iand'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 passing me by....
When i dream of fairytales i think of me and shelly.
see, sheand's my type of hype and i canand't stand when brothers tell me,
that i should quit chasinand' and look for something better,
but the smile that she shows makes me a go-getter.
i havenand't gone as far as asking if i could get with her,
i just play it by ear and hope she gets the picture.
iand'm shootinand' for her heart, got my finger on the trigger.
she could be my broad, and i could be her nigger,
but all i can do is stare.
back as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dare.
now sheand'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 sheand's crazy steppinand' iand'll try to stop her stride,
and'cause i wonand't have no more of this passing me by.
And i must voice my opinion of not even pretending she didnand'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.
dude, she looked good, down side: she had a man.
he was a rudey, too, a nincompoop.
she told me soon your little birdieand's gonna fly the coop.
she was a flake like corn, and i was born not to understand,
by letting her pass i had proved to be a better man.
She keeps on passing me by....
Now there she goes again, the dopest ethiopian,
and now the world around me be gets movinand' 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 wasnand't such a wimp!
and'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.
give a try and consider the one who loves you dearly,
p.s. love me tender.and'
the letter came back three days later: return to sender.
damn!
She keeps on passing me by...
Pharcyde
Al pasar por mÃ
Al pasar por mÃ
Ahora, en mis dÃas de juventud yo solÃa lucir como el hundimiento
cuando fui a la escuela me llevó a almorzar en una bolsa,
con una manzana por mi maestro que sabÃa and'cause iand'd conseguir un beso.
Siempre se enojó cuando la clase fue despedido,
pero cuando estaba en la sesión, yo siempre tenÃa una pregunta.
me volverÃa a levantar la mano para hacerla tambalear a mi escritorio y
que me ayude con mi problema, nunca fue mucho,
sólo un truco, para oler su aroma y tratar de pasar un toque
¡Oh, cómo deseo que podrÃa sostener su mano y darle un abrazo.
ella estaba casada con el hombre. él era un matón, que se llamaba Lee, condujo az,
heand'd recogerla de la escuela puntualmente a las tres oand'clock.
yo estaba en la ingle o entrepierna, sà indeedy. i escribió el graffiti en el autobús.
primero iand'd escribir su nombre a continuación hacerse un plus,
con mi apellido, en el espejo,
La vi ayer, pero aún asà tuve que dejarla pasar.
Ella sigue pasando por mà ....
Cuando sueño de los cuentos de hadas pienso en mà y Shelly.
ver, sheand es mi tipo de publicidad y me canand't estar en pie cuando los hermanos me dicen,
que deberÃa renunciar a chasinand 'y buscar algo mejor,
pero la sonrisa que muestra me hace un buscavidas.
i havenand't ido tan lejos como
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