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, why do they
Always kick me in the groin when I come near
(And I'm not complaining it just hurts after a bit)
I don't know what 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
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
It doesn't work as your just a jerk with no excuse
What about that situation
All night procrastination
Takes you to the point when you lead her to her door
There is nothing left there to say
I guess you best be on your way
But before you go you got to do that chore
No worse a time
When it's just your time to
Think you should make your move
It doesn't work as your just a jerk with no excuse
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
You don't see right through me
Come on now, honestly
I'm so sick of ending up without a clue
