| My little third grade hand wrote 'I love you' |
| On a note of yellow paper |
| And sent it to the front of the row |
| To a little blond-haired girl |
| The blond-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 too 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 too late |
| I love somebody else |
| So you’ll just have to wait» |
| So wait I did and never changed my love |
| For that little blond-haired girl |
| Who’s now the mother of our little blond-haired boy |
| Who’s to our hearts so close |
| I hate to think how fast he’s growin' 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 too late |
| I love your daddy, son |
| So you’ll just have to wait» |
| «I'm already taken |
| You spoke up too late |
| I love your daddy, son |
| So you’ll just have to wait» |