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Passin' Me By (Hot Chip Remix) - The Pharcyde/Hot Chip
Written by：John Boone

Now in my younger days I used to sport as shag

When I went to school I carried lunch in a bag
With an apple for my teacher 'cause I knew I'd get a kiss
Always got mad when the class was dismissed
But when it was in session I always had a question
I would raise my hand to make her stagger to my desk and
Help me with my problem it was never much
Just a trick to smell her scent and try to sneak a touch
Oh how I wish I could hold her hand and give her a hug
She was married to the man he was a thug
His name was Lee he drove a Z
He'd pick her up from school promptly at three o'clock
I was on her jock yes indeedy I wrote graffiti on the bus
First I'd write her name then carve a plus
With my name last on the looking glass
I seen her yesterday but still I had to let her pass

She keeps on passin me by

When I dream of fairytales I think of me and Shelly
See she's my type of hype and I can't stand when brothers tell me
That I should quit chasin' and look for something better
But the smile that she shows makes me a go-getter
I haven't gone as far as asking if I could get with her
I just play it by ear and hope she gets the picture
I'm shootin for her heart got my finger on the trigger
She could be my broad and I could be her (ni**a)
But all I can do is stare

Back as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dare
Now she's more sophisticated highly edu-ma-cated
Not at all over-rated I think I need a prayer
To get in her boots and it looks rather dry
I guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eye
Although she's crazy steppin I'll try to stop her stride
Cause I won't have no more of this passin me by
And I must voice my opinion of not even pretending she didn't have me
Strung like a chicken chase my tail like a doggie
She was kind of like a star thinking I was like a fan
Dude she looked good down side: she had a man
He was a rooty-toot a nincompoop
She told me soon your little birdie's gonna fly the coop
She was a flake like corn and I was born not to understand
By lettin her pass I had proved to be a better man
She keeps on passin me by

Now there she goes again the dopest Ethiopian
And now the world around me be gets movin in slow motion
When-ever she happens to walk by - why does the apple of my eye
Overlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try
Wait no i did not really pursue my little princess with persistance;
And I was so low-key that she was unaware of my existance

From a distance I desired secretly admired her;
Wired her a letter to get her and it went:
My dear my dear my dear you do not know me but I know you very well
Now let me tell you about the feelings I have for you
When I try or make some sort of attempt I symp
Damn I wish I wasn't such a wimp
'Cause then I would let you know that I love you so
And if I was your man then I would be true
The only lying I would do is in the bed with you
Then I signed sincerely the one who loves you dearly PS love me tender
The letter came back three days later: Return to Sender

Damn

She keeps on passin me by