i met her sunday, that was yesterday

the girl i knew from 1990

her eyes are hazel her name is mable

i kissed her once and now i'm able to

walk the mile, crack a smile

--chorus

she makes me want to kiss all the

babies, hug the puppy dogs

she makes me feel like my mom

smell the flowers and plant a tree

i gotta say that mable

she's the bomb

now it's monday, better than sunday

mable told me that she would stay

her curly hair shines in her eyes

boy that mable sure is fly

i'm with her now until i die

--chorus

then on tuesday mable left me

i heard she's going out with charlie

she saw his package from what i know she said:

"that looks like a tube of cookie dough!"

mine, she said then, looks like a

small pencil with broken lead

rabies got the puppy dogs

and now i really need my mom

i bought her flowers, so woe is me

it sucks i still think mable

she's the bomb