Who makes up all the rules about those girls I want
Who tells them all to laugh
Who tells them all to talk about me
And I'm not sure what my purpose is for being here
Why do they
Always kick me in the groin when I come near
(I'm not complaining, it just hurts after a bit)
What is this that I'm feeling
I'm just so sick of seeing
All those dumb lame and retarded broads
Who often just sit kick back
As I am not so relaxed
And I often wonder why they act so odd
Because no worse a time
When it's just your time to
Think you should make your move
And it doesn't work as your just a jerk with no excuse
What about that situation
With all night procrastination
Leading to the point when you lead her to her door
There is nothing left there to say
I guess you’d best be on your way
But before you go you’ve got to do that chore
Please won't you buy in I'm always trying
I keep on trying
There's only so much pride that I can lose
I hope that when you see me
Don’t see right through me
Come on now honestly
I'm so sick of ending up without a clue