There is this girl I know She hates my guts I love her so But I've got a simple mind It thinks just this: she will be mine I tell her "I like your dress" She says I'm sick, disturbed, obsessed Well I don't know what that's about She won't say why she won't go out with me
She keeps tellin' me she doesn't need a reason And all my friends think that I'm bein' outclassed But I just got to be her first or at least her last And I'm getting nowhere fast I'm getting nowhere fast I'm getting nowhere fast
I had a shirt designed, it has her face pressed into mine I never wear it, I keep it new She says she'll kill me if I do I'm puzzled and perplexed, I'm overwhelmed and under-sexed And I still can't figure why she says she'd rather die than be with me
She keeps tellin' me she doesn't need reasons And all my friends think that I'm bein' outclassed But I just got to be her first or at least her last And I'm getting nowhere fast I'm getting nowhere fast I'm getting nowhere fast
She'd like to see me drown in my own tears Well that's all right Even if it takes a hundred years Well that's all right Yeah that's all right
She keeps tellin' me she doesn't need reasons And all my friends think that I'm bein' outclassed But I just got to be her first or at least her last And I'm getting nowhere fast I'm getting nowhere fast I'm getting nowhere fast I'm getting nowhere fast I'm getting nowhere fast Getting nowhere I'm getting nowhere fast Getting nowhere I'm getting nowhere fast
