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.