(lyrics are spoken) Girls, I you will understand this and the intrinsic incredible emotion You have pulled over your head the worn, warm belonging to a boy Now, you haven't had a kissing session or anything, but you got to go on a camping with him and eight other people from And you practically together, your sleeping bag next to his And you woke in the night to watch him as he but you couldn't see anything it was dark so you just laid there and to his breathing and wondered if your might burst The sweater has slightly goat-like smell which all teenage possess, and that smell will lovingly to all other clothes If you get to it for a few days you can sleep with it but don't let your mom see, she'll say, "what is that filthy thing, and who does it to besides the man?" So you have to keep it under the covers you You can kind of lie it you, or wrap it your waist, or it on your legs, or whatever That's your Now if the has, like, reindeer on it or is a funny like yellow... I'm sorry, you can't get away with a sweater like for brown, or grey, or blue Anything other that, and you know you're dealing with someone who's And different is NOT what looking for looking for those teenage Alpine ski-chiseled features and that sort of blank look passes for deep thought or at the notion that someone's home You're looking for the boy of dreams who is the same boy in the of all your friends Now the isn't 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 is not just some hand me down from your brother or your father' Monday, wear the sweater, to Be calm, cute tell him about the dream you had about the place the two of you would you get older Just be The best, cutest, quietest version of wear lip gloss He looks at you, and he looks away And then he walks and the smell of the hits you again suddenly like ape-scent and you get a note to you by a girl in History that "He needs that back. He forgot you put it on in the tent on and been looking for it." And you don't have to die of humiliation, you You are a person and this is a experience You can still hold your head up high as you run 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 you'd never sink as low as him, you could blab it all the school if you wanted The label in sweater "100% Acrylic"