Who's that girl in the tight blue jeans,
talking to the boy with the long dark hair?
What about her's so distracting?
Why can't I help but stare?

Why is her voice as soft as snow fall?
Why does she make, the other girls, seem plain?
Why am I lying awake thinking of her?
Oh no! It can't be! Not again!

I'm not supposed to feel this.
and I know I'm not supposed to care
But with this girl it can't be helped
Because her beauty is far too fair.

I've always know he who never tries, never wins
with that in mind I smile and so it beings.