Number one icon in a classroom of beautiful

Strips of nylon sucked me into your whirlpool

Take me in, but don’t spit me out

And like a curtain on a stage,

You flipped your hair over your shoulder.

Every minute I grow colder

Without the warmth of your fire red hair

A high school crush, they laughed

But the blush

But the blush On your cheeks

But the blush On your cheeks Meant more to me than that