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I met you for the first timeAt the camp of the Left Youth LeagueYou were a vegetarianIt tasted strange to kiss youMaybe cause you ate different foodThan me at that timeAnd you asked me if I wanted to be your firstWhat a question for a seventeen year old boyThe only problem with the honorary taskWas that it came with a lot of pressureA kind of pressure almost impossible to measureFor a seventeen year old boySo of course I said yesI was flattered by the trust you showedBy choosing meWe decided on a dateWhen you would come to my townSo it could happenAnd you asked me if I'd done it before and I hadYes, only once but I made it sound like a millionThe only problem with the honorary taskWas that it came with a lot of pressureA kind of pressure almost impossible to measureSongtexteFor a seventeen year old boyWe tried to do it in the forestI tried to make it goodWe tried to do it on the floor butI guess the pressure was too hardSo I asked you if you could sleep overSo we could relax and then try againThe only problem was that you had to call homeAnd ask your parents if you could stayA kind of question that was doomed to get a ?Nay?And they came in a car to pick you up Aus Songtexte Mania