Getting Burned

She was the prettiest girl in my high school;
I wasn't even sixteen.
Neither a jock nor a scholar;
Guess I was just in between.

She was a popular senior;
I was just a freshman in the band.
You can imagine my thrill,
When she strolled up and took my hand.

  You could say I got lucky;
  She filled my heart with hope.
  Does the story have a happy ending?
  I regret to tell you no.

She would have taught me how to kiss;
How to hold my head up high.
But I made some lame excuse;
Instead of giving it a try.

  So the moral of this story,
  The lesson to be learned.
  When good fortune comes a'calling;
  Take the risk of getting burned.