(lyrics are spoken) Girls, I know you will understand and the intrinsic incredible emotion You have just pulled over your the worn, warm sweater to a boy Now, you haven't had a passionate session or anything, but you got to go on a trip with him and other people from school And you slept together, your sleeping bag next to his And you woke in the night to him as he slept but you couldn't see anything it was dark so you just laid and listened to his breathing and wondered if your might burst The sweater has that slightly smell all teenage boys possess, and that smell lovingly transfer to all your other If you get to it for a few days you can sleep with it but don't let your mom see, because say, "what is that filthy thing, and who does it to the trash man?" So you have to it under the covers with you You can kind of lie it you, or wrap it around waist, or touch it on legs, or whatever That's business 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 Look for brown, or grey, or Anything other than that, and you you're dealing with someone different And different is NOT you're looking for looking for those teenage Alpine ski-chiseled features and that sort of blank look which passes for deep or at least the notion that someone's You're for the boy of your dreams who is the same boy in the of all your friends Now the sweater isn't 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 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 your brother or your father' Monday, the sweater, to school Be calm, cute Don't tell him about the you had about the the two of you would share when you get Just be The best, cutest, quietest version of Definitely lip gloss He looks at you, and he looks away And then he away and the smell of the sweater hits you again like ape-scent and you get a note to you by a girl in History says "He that sweater back. He forgot you put it on in the tent on and been looking for it." And you have to die of humiliation, you know 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 look at that sweater, And you realize that love made you blind You've got a now, honey, and you'd never sink as low as him, you could it all over the school if you wanted The label in sweater "100% Acrylic"