There's a pretty girl in the back of the class,
her hair is a mess, her pupils dilate too fast,
and she knows that they'll break sooner or later.

There's a pretty girl in the back of the room,
her face brightens up every night at the moon,
does she know that everybody loves her hair?

Pretty girl, can you smile at me,
like you smile at the moon, smile at him,
Your teeth are brighter than the stars.

Pretty girl, she bounces 'round the room,
loud cheers and greetings to whomever believes,
that today really is a good day.

Pretty girl, please look at me,
I'm dying inside, why can't you see?
I'm willing to sell my soul to everyone for your name.

Pretty girl, no one knows your name,
nobody knows the hate you receive,
are you actually more than all okay?

Pretty girl, it's hard to believe,
you would look at me and you'd smile up at me,
but here we are, and now I know your name.

Pretty girl, I can't believe, you smiled at me more than you do at the moon,
don't forget my name when you leave.

Pretty girl, I'll remember you,
every night when I look at the moon,
I think that it's okay to mourn your voice.

Pretty girl, I couldn't believe,
but here I am now laughing straight out of glee,
please don't forget to write.