Her prettiness comes from the fact that she's not pretty
She is referred to in third person
She’s never had a love song written about her
And she never will
She tells me that she feels like the skin over a papercut
That's not yet healed
She believes that she's not quite real
I can’t tell her that she is
Because she's gone
And I guess I never really knew her
And no one seems to notice
Did I imagine that I liked her?
And is this line too long?
What a song
She is that scary girl that no one will approach
She won't shake my hand
She looks like the ba**ist from some punk rock band
She said she likes me
And every day is the last day of the beginning of my life
And every day is a rerun
And no one wants to watch
Because she is gone
And I guess I never really knew her
And no one seems to notice
And did I imagine that I liked her?
And is this line too long?
What a song
She was the scary girl
She was the scary girl
She was the scary girl
She was the scary girl