| We sit by the sidewalk |
| we wait for my mom |
| to pass the time we talk |
| of some girl's message to Jon |
| We talk of my boots |
| we talk of a moped |
| I glance up to her looks |
| and the time stops dead |
| I blink my eyes closed |
| I open them again |
| she still stands there |
| she still looks the same |
| My heart begins to fly |
| my blood flows at a rhythm |
| someone ought to die |
| and so we talk of him |
| I try to hide my excitement |
| I try to remain calm |
| I think myself an actor |
| but do I show the storm? |
| Her backpack small and red |
| her face amazingly cute |
| you'd never hear me say it |
| but she even has nice boobs |
| I sigh inside and stare |
| at the prettiest face in school |
| for me she has no care |
| she cares for who are "cool" |
| She looks so cute and sweet |
| I'd be smitten in a second |
| my heart would skip a beat |
| or so I would portend |
| but if she asked me out |
| I'd reply with a no |
| though I'm sure I'd really love it |
| I just couldn't go |
| for a girl with bad taste |
| is no girl of mine |
| I'm a sucker for a face |
| but it takes more to make me smile. |
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