She was standing at the airport
Smoking a cigarette
Blonde hair in the wind
Eyes of crystal blue
The air of a princess
A graceful silhouette
Angelic ivory skin
A picture-perfect view
If you could reach up to the stars
Pull them down with a hook
String them up like diamonds just for her
You might have a chance at the love of the girl
Oh, the girl in the yellow pencil skirt
In my mind I flashback on
The image of that girl
How she cast a spell
Over me that day
Her soft and easy laughter
And the way it held me there
Like music in the air
That gently fades away
If you could reach up to the stars
Pull them down with a hook
String them up like diamonds just for her
You might have a chance at the love of the girl
Oh, the girl in the yellow pencil skirt
I'm nobody's fool
I'd never put my feelings on display
Though I desperately tried to play it cool
I just let her steal my heart away
If you could reach up to the stars
Pull them down with a hook
String them up like diamonds just for her
You might have a chance at the love of the girl
Oh, the girl in the yellow pencil skirt
You might have a chance at the love of the girl
Oh, the girl in the yellow pencil skirt