I sit in class every lesson

Giggling, twirling my hair

Putting on pink lip gloss

But he doesn’t know I’m there

I had my whole year all planned out

But this certainly didn’t feature

In any of my major plans…

A crush on my French teacher

I don’t know why, I don’t know how…

Well, actually, I do

My friend put the idea in my head

And turned my brain to goo

My first response was “Are you nuts?”

But she kept on insisting

Until, finally one day

I just gave up resisting

Especially after the talent quest

He was am awesome “Backstreet Boy”

I blushed like crazy for 5 minutes straight

While smiling and acting coy

I’ve got to get his attention

The only way I know how

Work my way to the top of the class…

I think I’ll start right now

On second thoughts, maybe not

I have so much more to say

Even though we got homework

It can wait till another day

I’m oh-so-shy, I have a soft voice

And I’m just a strait-laced schoolgirl

I keep on telling myself things like

“Don’t be such a fool, girl!”

But I have no choice, there’s no other way

If there was a cure, I’d take it

But there isn’t, so I guess

That I’ll just have to fake it.