Well true love is blooming In the lot by the bay So we're here now We're peering Through all the steamed windshields It always starts the same Hand up the blouse She's nervous The glory, the conquest If he can convince her He'll be there He'll love her He'll wave when she greets him Under the clearest moon She said that he should wait but She was outvoted two to one He'll show you heaven soon What would your mother say The talk of the town And the boys' bathroom walls But he promised She's worried A nagging sense lingers The stories spun in the gym They circulate through the school And now we're scarred for life The girls against the boys The newest contact sport And the battleground is your school Some people do it for sport While others do it alone