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I saw her back in grade schoolShe was the prettiest girl I'd ever seenAnd talking made me sound like a damn foolHadn't quite kicked that st, st, stutteringSo, I gave up on the whole thingThinking of a way, praying for the dayHoping that the stars would alignAnd someday she'd be mineWell, high school finally rolled aroundAnd so did my chanceI just kept my distance until one hot minuteWhen I asked her to go to the dance, heyShe said yes and when the night was overI had it in my handThat picture we took with my arms wrapped around herBy the gym concession standBefore that night was overI wrote a couple wordsFirst chance I gotI snuck that picture in her purseAnd it said, "Hold me, fold meSlip me in the pocket of your favorite, old blue jeansBall me up and spin me cleanLeave me outside in the sunshine, honeySongtexteRoll me, lose meUnderneath a pile of your new thingsForget you ever knew meThen, check your pocket someday and find me again"WhoaWhoaWell, she went off to collegeAnd I went off to do my thingI was hanging out late one nightDrinking pitchers with some friends at the Kitchen Sink, yeahI had to rub my eyes and look againJust to be sureThat girl I knew damn came back a womanAnd she's walking through that doorBefore we left, she pulled a napkin from her shirtIt had her number written on it, underneath the wordsAnd it said, "Hold me, fold meSlip me in the pocket of your favorite, old blue jeansBall me up and spin me cleanLeave me outside in the sunshine, honeyRoll me, lose meUnderneath a pile of your new thingsForget you ever knew meThen, check your pocket someday and find me again"Hey...And it said, "Hold me, fold meSlip me in the pocket of your favorite, old blue jeansBall me up and spin me cleanLeave me outside in the sunshine, honeyRoll me, lose meUnderneath a pile of your new thingsForget you ever knew meThen, check your pocket, find me again"It said, "Hold me, fold meSlip me in the pocket of your favorite, old blue jeansBall me up and spin me cleanLeave me outside in the sunshine, honeyRoll me, lose meUnderneath a pile of your new thingsForget you ever knew meThen, check your pocket, somedayCause I'll be there(Hold me, fold me)I'll be thereI'll be there, owCause I'll be there(Roll me, lose me)I'll be there, ooo(Underneath a pile of your new thingsForget you ever knew me)Hey, hey(Hold me, fold meSlip me in the pocket of your favorite old blue jeans...) Aus Songtexte Mania