There it is, that thing they call
"love"
tossed around day in, day out
some have felt it, and for it some have died
but me, I don't believe
if love were real, he'd look at me
if love were real, I might be pretty
if he was real, I might not fear
that love isn't here
but even if it's so, I should not care
for who could love a girl like me?
a girl that loves Something,
you can see as well as air