H.G.P.
By Ross Folward
You're at the ice cream stand
It's melting down your hand
You just don't understand
Why they can't be with you?
She keeps her self at home,
He sells cellular phones,
You keep your life in school
But they just walk right through you.
But that's not the problem
But that's not the problem
You got your eyes on the one you wanna be with forever
But no sucker sort of plan will get the guy to go steady.
After all of your plans and all of your secret endeavors,
I don't think that your heart will ever be ready
To tell him all the feelings inside
One friend that's on your team,
A thousand want you beamed
No shoulder for a lean
And hardly a leg to stand on
Example of outcast
This tension never lasts
But you're a different case
The world is yours for handball
But that gets you nowhere
But you really don't care
'Cause you got your eyes on the one you wanna be with forever
But no sucker sort of plan will get the guy to go steady.
After all of your plans and all of your secret endeavors,
I don't think that your heart will ever be ready
To tell him all the feelings inside