My little third-grade hand wrote, I love you, on a note of yellow paperAnd sent it to the front of the row to a little blonde-haired girlThe blonde-haired girl just opened it and read it to herselfI was so embarrassed when she turned around and saidI'm already taken, you spoke up too lateI love somebody else, so you'll just have toThe years flew by so quickly, and there we were in junior highI realized that I still loved her soSo I called her up and told her exactly how I feltThen she said, there's something that you really ought to knowI'm already taken, you spoke up too lateI love somebody else, so you'll just have to waitSo what I did, it never changed my loveOh, that love, that love, that love, that loveThat little blonde-haired girlWho's now the mother of our little blonde-haired boyWho's to our hearts so closeI hate to think how fast he's growing upLast night I overheard them as she tucked him into bedHe said, Mommy, will you come home?Will you marry me?And this is what she saidI'm already taken, you spoke up too lateI love your daddy so, so you'll just have to waitI'm already taken, you spoke up too lateI love your daddy so, so you'll just have to wait