You still have that black eye that you got
From that asshole jock on the last day of school.
The smell of chlorine and the anticipation of all those girls in bikinis
Makes it hard to play it cool.
Your buddies will pretend they just came from the gym
Or some intense football practice.
They will talk about things like second and third base,
But you know they aren't talking about sports,
They're talking about Alice.
She has hair the color of one of those banana creamy popsicles
That you buy from the snack bar.
Her eyes are the shape of almonds
And her friends will giggle and snarl.
She has a bottom like a juicy peach,