I was lousy at math, failed historian. Carlene was the valedictorian. I was quarter back in the back of classes. She was the whiz kid in horned rim glasses.
Carlene. your eyes have told me. all that I need to know.. I din't need a new friend. just to tell me so. oh no .. Carlene. your lips remind me. that I'm falling again..
Come next Monday, I'm goin' to bed early. I won't talk dirty for a week or two. Goin' on a diet, just like sugar, honey. Come next Monday, I'm gonna give up on you.