(lyrics are spoken) Girls, I you will understand this and feel the intrinsic emotion You have just pulled your head the worn, sweater belonging to a boy Now, you had a passionate kissing session or anything, but you got to go on a camping trip him and other people from school And you practically together, your sleeping bag right to his And you woke in the to watch him as he slept but you couldn't see anything 'cause it was so you just there and listened to his breathing and wondered if your heart burst The sweater has slightly goat-like smell which all teenage possess, and that will lovingly transfer to all other clothes If you get to keep it for a few you can sleep with it but let your mom see, because she'll say, "what is filthy thing, and who does it belong to the trash man?" So you have to it under the covers with you You can of lie it beside you, or wrap it around waist, or it on your legs, or whatever your business Now if the has, like, reindeer on it or is a color like yellow... I'm sorry, you can't get with a sweater like that Look for brown, or grey, or Anything other than that, and you you're dealing with someone different And is NOT what you're looking for You're for those teenage Alpine ski-chiseled features and that of blank look which passes for deep thought or at least the notion that home You're looking for the boy of dreams who is the same boy in the dreams of all your Now the sweater going to fit you, of course, So you have to kind of roll up the sleeves in a jaunty way that says 'this is the sweater belonging to a boy, and the boy is a genuine hunk-a-hunk of burnin' love, and this is not just some hand me down from brother or your father' Monday, wear the sweater, to Be calm, look tell him about the dream you had about the the two of you would share when you get be yourself The best, cutest, quietest of yourself wear lip gloss He looks at you, and then he away And then he walks and the smell of the hits you again suddenly like ape-scent and you get a passed to you by a girl in that says "He needs sweater back. He you put it on in the tent on Saturday and been looking for it." And you have to die of humiliation, you know You are a person and is a learning experience You can hold your head up high as you run from the classroom the stinking sweater from your body You at that sweater, carefully And you that love made you temporarily blind got a secret now, honey, and though you'd never as low as him, you could blab it all over the if you wanted The label in that "100% Acrylic"