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
           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 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