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 blonde-haired girl
The blonde-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
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 what I did, it never changed my love
Oh, that love, that love, that love, that love

That little blonde-haired girl
Who's now the mother of our little blonde-haired boy
Who's to our hearts so close
I hate to think how fast he's growing up
Last night I overheard them as she tucked him into bed
He said, Mommy, will you come home?
Will you marry me?
And this is what she said
I'm already taken, you spoke up too late
I love your daddy so, so you'll just have to wait
I'm already taken, you spoke up too late
I love your daddy so, so you'll just have to wait