Year one, you chased me down

Year two, you shared your toys

Year three, we fought outside of town

Year four, I hated boys.

Year five, you asked me to the dance

Year six, you picked me flowers

Year seven, I thought we had a chance

Year eight, we’d talk for hours.

Year nine, I was just a side thing

Year ten, you were sorry too

Year eleven, we had another fling

Year twelve, I hate that I still love you.