She made it all come alive
She grabbed hold of my attention
And I couldn’t shake her off
She was english
She was science
She breathe life into history
Was there a formula for how I was feeling?
All smiles, when she called on me
Did we have this thing called chemistry?
If only I could grow up a little faster
Being a fourth grader with a crush isn’t easy
I hope she likes those apples I bring
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