(lyrics are spoken) Girls, I know you will understand and feel the intrinsic incredible You have just over your head the worn, warm sweater to a boy Now, you haven't had a kissing session or anything, but you got to go on a trip with him and eight people from school And you practically together, your sleeping bag right to his And you in the night to watch him as he slept but you couldn't see anything 'cause it was so you just laid and listened to his breathing and wondered if heart might burst The sweater has that goat-like smell all teenage boys possess, and smell will lovingly transfer to all your other If you get to keep it for a few days you can with it but don't let your mom see, because say, "what is that filthy thing, and who it belong to besides the man?" So you have to keep it under the with you You can kind of lie it you, or wrap it your waist, or touch it on your legs, or your business Now if the has, like, reindeer on it or is a funny color yellow... I'm sorry, you get away with a sweater like that for brown, or grey, or blue Anything other than that, and you know you're with someone who's And different is NOT you're looking for You're looking for those teenage Alpine ski-chiseled and that sort of blank look which passes for thought or at least the notion someone's home You're looking for the boy of your who is the boy in the dreams 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 belonging to a boy, and the boy is a genuine hunk-a-hunk of 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 the dream you had about the place the two of you share you get older Just be The best, cutest, version of yourself Definitely wear lip He looks at you, and then he away And then he away and the smell of the sweater hits you suddenly like ape-scent and you get a passed to you by a in History that says "He that sweater back. He you put it on in the tent on Saturday and he's been for it." And you don't have to die of humiliation, you You are a person and is a learning experience You can still 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 You've got a now, honey, and though you'd sink as low as him, you could blab it all over the school if you The in that sweater "100% Acrylic"