Bus #2 (Remastered)

This Girl she was a tracking, right behind the shack and she's a stacking The wood that was a watching, well that's who caught her eye. We don't talk about her now because momma wouldn't be proud. Mom knew that girl was bad news when she heard my name screamed out loud. There's moments now that we try not to discuss, but damn, yes it happened behind the school bus. Oh my she was all woman who taught me many things, An angelic voice screaming heavily devilish rings. So quietly whispered as she nibbled on my ear, And now my heart is strong and I lack no more childish fear. A man I've become and my smile so broad and big, If you saw What this woman had given me, you'd smile and do my jig. Then you'd know where the hints of this story does tell, Where the end of our glory ends on the very edge of hell. Nothing I said was meant to be wrong or in vain, But the fable I've told you goes without any destain. As true as it is when I mentioned the strong, Just know that it's mine, I gave her my schlong. Now that I'm done with this fable of youth, The last thing I'll tell that's barely the truth. Is that summer camp has its fires and fish stories too, Just don't talk to Donna behind bus number 2.