Spring semester, Freshman year, who do I see?
A super hot cutie who won't glance at me.
My, my, what a guy with a cute face
And every time I see him my heart begins to race.
First day, first impression, I really must say
Your face had me thinking that you could be gay
But soon I learned and was glad that it wasn't true
So I began to make my plans to get to know you.
The first step: learn you name without you knowing
Second step: know your friends and places you were going
Third step: tell you how much I really like you
Fourth step: I'm still waiting for you to like me too.
First step, second step- those were all a breeze
Boy you have me trippin', you are such a tease
Your name, your smile, and the way you walk
Don't hold a candle to the way you talk.
Soft voice, baby face, and a fit body
I can't help but stare cause you're such a hottie.
But that is not all I see when I see your face
I see a sweet, caring boy and that makes my heart race.
Now third step and fourth step fell from my plan
Cause my intention was to make you my man.
You found out I like you thanks to your friend
You don't seem to care, but could you at least pretend.
Now it's fall semester, sophomore year
I know your first and last name and types of clothes you wear.
I see you more often and you're again in my class.
I know your class schedule and where you get gas.
