You know she majored in photography
With a minor in geology
I always thought it was geography
I asked her where I'd find Romania
And she'd lie
She'd take me for a ride
In her mind
I'd follow, hollow and blind
But I'd try
I'd try, red faced and mad
I was an undergrad
You know I carried her backpack one time
Told her it was nothing, I was fine
The only pain I felt was in my mind
And that bitch didn't even save me a seat!
I went back home with her to meet her Mom
Drank whiskey on the train and got real bombed
She left me alone on the family cot
But that's ok 'cause I hooked up with her sister
[Bridge]
Love is not a simple fad
When you're an undergrad
Love is not a simple fad
When you're an undergrad
Yeah, oh yeah.
I was surprised when she broke up with me
Apparently, I was just way too sweet
Besides her heart belonged to somebody
And then I found her with my roommate, Larry!
Writer(s): Robert Benedict, Michael Borja, Stephen Norton, David Wendell
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