"You're the best one here," he whispers,

Flattening me against the playground grass.

It's only the second grade.

He's all over me, kissing me on the cheek.

Flattening me against the playground grass,

While prettier girls stop running and look back,

He's all over me, kissing me on the cheek.

Pretty girls draw close, their eyes slanting, unbelieving.

While prettier girls stop running and look back,

Buckle shoes and white lace anklets rush toward my cheek

Pretty girls draw close, their eyes slanting, unbelieving,

Not knowing what to do with their hands.

Buckle shoes and white lace anklets rush toward my cheek

With angry eyes and fists, just pretty girls,

Not knowing what to do with their hands.

He doesn't see them; he's all over me.

With angry eyes and fists, just pretty girls,

I am only giddier with pleasure.

He doesn't see them; he's all over me.

I love the feel of him--and watching them.

It's only the second grade.

"You're the best one here," he whispers.