Sappy songs and goofy eyes,
No more hatred, no more lies,
Stupid jokes and perfect hair,
Is just the way to have him stare,
You flirt and oogle over his hair,
You love to make him play truth or dare,
The game you know so well by heart,
You always make your friends start,
For as you sit in grateful bliss,
Your friend she finally says to kiss,
Finally you got the chance,
And inside your head you do a happy dance,
But of course you cannot show these feelings,
But somehow he knows he just made you touch the ceiling.
