The stirrings of teenage love,
What a wondrous strange.
How else could one describe
The feelings felt during this “middle age.”
Not yet grown, but more than young
Life is so complicated, at times hardly fun

’Tis merely a game
This ‘I see you watching me watching you’
Sitting alone, feeling helpless, jittery-restless
What am I supposed to do?

The stirrings of teenage love,
What a wondrous strange.
Life isn’t like the movies,
Nor like those story-book pages
Awkward is as awkward does
I just can’t reveal this crush

Juliet’s palmers’ kiss was met in bliss
My palms are just sweaty
Heart of teenage woe
Oh, love, can’t you just go!

The stirrings of teenage love,
What a wondrous strange.
Finding that high-school someone
Can feel like standing alone on a stage
Almost unheard of, going alone
Homecoming is the place couples’ debuts are shown

That familiar nervous feeling is rising
Oh gosh! Oh jeez. Does my hair look good?
Despite over-preparation, eyes meet in awkward glances
Often turning away, ending in missed chances

The stirrings of teenage love,
What a wondrous strange.