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 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
  Come on now, honestly
  I'm so sick of endin' up without a clue