My little third grade hand wrote
"I love you" on a note of yellow paper, and sent it to
the front of the room to a
little blonde-haired girl.
The blonde-haired girl just opened it,
and read it to herself
I was so embarrassed when she turned around and said:
I'm already taken
you spoke up to late
I love somebody else,
so you'll just have to wait
The years flew by so quickly
and there we were in junior high
I realized that I still loved her so.
So I called her up and told her -
exactly how I felt
Then she said:
There's something that you really ought to know:


I'm already taken
you spoke up to late
I love somebody else,
so you'll just have to wait
So wait I did, and never changed my love
for that little blonde-haired girl- who's now the mother
of our little blonde-haired boy - who's to our hearts so close
I hate to think how fast he's growing up.
Last night I overheard them
as she tucked him into bed
He said: mommy, will you marry me?
And this is what she said:
I'm already taken
you spoke up to late
I love your daddy, son,
so you'll just have to wait.
I'm already taken
you spoke up to late
I love your daddy, son,
so you'll just have to wait...