I met a girl
With shiny hair
And perfect skin
I went
Over to play with her
But she ran away
So I followed her
The teacher stopped and put
Us in our own corners
My hair would be so dope in the nineties
A part in the middle
Matching my ripped blue jeans
I'd meet my Topanga
And we would be best friends
And get married
We'd only have three walls
And I'd go to school with my best friends
And my hair would look better than
It's looked
Since the nineties
A couple years went by
Our lockers right beside each other
Still but I couldn't say hi
Now I'm stuck watching you with
Boys with watches and frosted tips
Never got the guts to put that shit
In my hair
But it would have been
So dope in the nineties
A part in the middle
Matching my ripped blue jeans
I'd meet my Topanga
And we would be best friends
And get married
We'd only have three walls
And I'd go to school with my best friends
And my hair would look better than
It's looked
Since the nineties
But I
Don't wanna be your boyfriend
We might just stop talking
Cuz that's how I am
So I'll
IM you in the morning
While you wait for the Johnsons
They're running late again
So I'll mess up my hair
Lemme play with my hair