"Oh snap, did you see him?" my best friend would say
And we'll talk about the hot dudes all day
Well, that's the best part of being a chick
Sometimes we're hopeless, and other times we can get over guys quick
I would laugh and say, "Whoa, look at him.. HELLO!"
And when he would walk by my legs would turn to jello
Before you ask, no this isn't another poem about a certain boy
It's preferably about any guy, the ones who look "coy"
Like the ones on the Hollister, AEO, and Abercrombie & Fitch
And if I see the guy with another chick, I'll say "Witch" (with a B)
Where'd that boy go? Where's he at?
You know what I would do? I'd tap that
"He's staring at us, girl, jeez, now I feel dumb"
My friend would laugh and my stomach would get numb
"Crap! I just tripped! My God I'm stupid!"
"Yes you are!" My friend would say, oh, here comes Cupid
Oh no, there's that stupid boy from school
The one before, when I used to see him, I'd drool
Roll my eyes, and flip my hair
I pretend like I don't even notice he's there
I got my eyes on someone new
And I wanna know he feels the same way, too
We walk around, and we see the hot guy, again and again
Okay, I think I'm done. Haha, I love my friends
