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



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 you're just a jerk

With no excuse



What about that situation

All night procrastination

Taking 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 you're just a jerk

With no excuse



Please won't you buy in

I'm always tryin'

I keep on tryin'

There's only so much pride

That I can lose



I hope that when you see me

You see right through me

I'm so sick of endin' up

Without a clue