Wasting Time

I'm wasting time thinking about a girl
And stealing her away from her world
She and I would run away
I think of all the things I'd say
We'd talk about important things
And I'd picture it in my dreams
She's teach me about modern art
And I'd show her it's okay to fart

And maybe I'd impress her
By being in a band
And maybe if I act real tough
She'd let me hold her hand
And maybe I'll win her heart
By writing this song about her
Sometimes I sit at home and wonder
If she's sitting at home
thinking of me and wondering
if I'm sitting at home
thinking about her
or am I just wasting my time

Remembering how she laughed at Kinkos
When I made fun of that guy
Remembering the look she gave me
When I told her that I used to fry
I really want to ask her out
But my ego would never take it
And even if I got the balls
You know that the cougar would never make it

And in my town
You can't drive naked