What can I say? I'm a sucker for a happy ending. 

She pulled a scab off one time playing kick ball Kissed me quick then pressed it in my hand I took that scab and put it in my locker And all year long I kept it near my heart.She didn't care if I was strong or handsomeAnd she was mine until we hit first grade Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh Then she woke up

And we'll soar above the trees Over cars and croquet lawns Past the church and the lake And the try-county mall We will fly through the dawn To a new kindergarten Where nap time is centuries long