Campground s quiet, everyone's gone
Pine needles are smokin as I sing a song
About unfufilled romance and untouched desire
Pokin round in the ashes too close to the fire
Pokin round in the ashes too close to the fire
Her name was Vanessa she tore me apart
She left smoke on my brain, she put rocks in my heart
She sat in the front row of the left corner aisle
Damn near punched my ticket when she flashed me a smile
William Shakespeare'd get speechless if he looked at her lips
Ann Margaret'd get jealous if she saw this girl's hips
And I'll have to censor all the thoughts that transpired
Pokin round in the ashes too close to the fire
I tried to stay focused but her eyes were too much
We blushed and we giggled but we never did touch
When I looked at my test scores I put my head in my hands
Wrote I love Vanessa on my final exan
Three o'clock Monday the last school bell rang
I ran to her sportscar and I screamed out her name
And all I remember before I went black
Was I saw her talkin to the star quarterback
So listen up campers, it's better I learned
To get stung by an ember before you get burned
Cause the saints shared the flames with the thieves and the liars
Pokin round in the ashes too close to the fire
Pokin round in the ashes too close to the fire
Pokin round in the ashes too close to the fire