(lyrics are spoken) Girls, I you will understand this and the intrinsic incredible emotion You have just over your head the worn, sweater belonging to a boy Now, you haven't had a kissing session or anything, but you got to go on a trip with him and eight other people from And you practically together, your bag right next to his And you woke in the night to him as he slept but you couldn't see 'cause it was dark so you just laid and listened to his breathing and wondered if your might burst The sweater has that slightly goat-like which all teenage possess, and that smell will transfer to all other clothes If you get to keep it for a few days you can sleep it but don't let mom see, because she'll say, "what is that filthy thing, and who does it to besides the man?" So you have to keep it the covers with you You can of lie it beside you, or it around your waist, or it on your legs, or whatever your business Now if the sweater has, like, on it or is a color like yellow... I'm sorry, you can't get away with a sweater like for brown, or grey, or blue Anything other that, and you know you're dealing with someone different And different is NOT what you're for You're for those teenage Alpine ski-chiseled features and that sort of blank look which passes for thought or at the notion that someone's home You're for the boy of your dreams who is the same boy in the dreams of all your Now the sweater isn't to fit you, of course, So you have to kind of roll up the sleeves in a way that says 'this is the sweater belonging to a boy, and the boy is a genuine hunk-a-hunk of burnin' love, and this is not just some hand me down from your brother or your father' Monday, the sweater, to school Be calm, cute tell him about the dream you had about the place the two of you would you get older Just be The best, cutest, version of yourself Definitely wear lip He looks at you, and he looks away And he walks away and the smell of the sweater you again suddenly ape-scent gloriola and you get a note to you by a girl in that says "He that sweater back. He you put it on in the tent on Saturday and been looking for it." And you don't have to die of humiliation, you You are a person and this is a experience You can still hold your head up high as you run the classroom tearing the stinking sweater your body You look at that sweater, And you realize that love made you temporarily You've got a now, honey, and though you'd never as low as him, you could blab it all the school if you wanted The label in sweater "100% Acrylic"