I knew you back in primary school
A blonde haired, blue-eyed, freckled girl
I had the chance to be your friend
But I was too afraid

The years went by and you grew up
I wondered if it could be love
I had the chance to ask you out
But I was too afraid

Now I know you were with him last night
So what, he's just another guy
You always have the best of them
Cos they all say you're pretty

I only want to hold your hand
To watch the stars, to walk the sands
To hear you laugh and feel you cry
Whenever you're afraid

To talk of dreams and silly things
To look inside your heart and see
The little girl from back at school
Before they called you pretty

Now I know you were with him last night
So what, he's just another guy
You always have the best of them
Cos they all say you're pretty

I heard you passed away last night
But I wonder when you really died
That little girl from back at school
Before they called you pretty

You're so pretty...