She She’s a memory In the minds of guys She doesn’t know know her
She’s Behind there foreheads Doing deeds She’s never done before
And her worlds a blur Her worlds a blur about her The girls not green She’s got no clue They’re whispering about her She’s got no clue She’s never quite sure what to do With her hands In social Situations
She She seems so well liked But friends are few And hardly friends at all and She’s So sick of herself sometimes Leaves her stomach Inside a bathroom stall
She never quite knows what to do With her hands In private Situations
And her worlds a blur Her worlds a blur about her The girls not green But she’s got no clue They’re whispering about her She’s got no clue She’s never quite sure what to do
But she is the what They are the matter She is the glass They are the shatter She is the dawn They are the Saturday That never made it home
She She hates dinner dates And getting to know you At awkward intervals
And her worlds a blur Her worlds a blur about her The girls not green She’s got no clue They’re whispering about her She’s got no clue She’s never quite sure what to do With her hands
She’s never quite sure what to do With her hands In casual SituationsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.