Wasting Time

I'm wasting time thinking about a girl And stealing her away from her world She and I would run away I think of all the things I'd say We'd talk about important things And I picture it in my dreams She'd teach me about modern art And I'd show he its OK to fart And maybe I'd impress her by being in a (super) band And maybe If I act real tough she'd let me hold her hand And maybe I'll win her heart by writing this song about her Sometimes I sit and home and wonder if she's thinking of me And wondering if I'm sitting at home thinking about her Or am I just wasting my time Remembering of how she laughed at Kinko's when I made fun of that guy Remembering that look she gave when I told her I used to fry I really want to ask her out But my ego could never take And even if I got the balls You know that the Cougar would never make it (And in my town you can't drive naked) Back To Site