The high school was having their once a year prom night

Trying to decide who to ask and what to wear it’s right

There is a certain girl who is a junior and I am in lower class

My palms sweat and get nervous and is she made of glass

Stomach pains and flushing red crazy romantic on my face

Words held back with my silent tongue frozen and still in place

I can’t even write her a note or a invite to ask her to prom time

Courage overcame me and I bought flowers with my last dime

Her house is not far according to the local town map I read

My hands shook and I dropped my card and bumped my head

Getting up to the house after walking for miles and miles

The door opened and expecting greetings and nice smiles

The woman who had silently stole my young innocent heart

Was standing there laughing and making fool tearing me apart