It started with my brother, first man I loved
Or should I say that he loved me?
I was in second grade, he was fourteen
In the shady of the trees
There was a summer breeze
Whole thing's a blurry dream
Behind the house, quiet as a mouse
He told me not to even breathe
A secret hard to keep
I didn't know 'til thirteen
By then I knew what to do
Just an old routine
Oh, the boys had a thing for me
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