He looks at me from across the room
All my friends say hes my future groom
Always doing something to get my attention
I really think he needs an intervention
Writes me songs, puts them in my locker
He acts like hes some punk rocker
Im really trying to be nice
So please take my advice

Boy you've got it all wrong
I'm tired of your stupid love songs
You try and make me laugh
I think i've had enough of that
I just dont like you...

So look in the mirror,
Just turn around,
Your immature, a total ****,
Im so sick of your games
Stop hittin on me,
Your such a creep,
Get away from me,
Boy, heres the honest truth
Im always gonna be,
Not into you