I Have A Look That Girls Want

I'm Tugging At My Hair. I'm Pulling At My Clothes. I'm Trying To Keep My Cool, I Know It Shows. I'm Staring At My Feet. My Cheeks Are Turning Red. I'm Searching For The Words Inside My Head. I'm Feeling Nervous Trying To Be Perfect, 'cause I Know You're Worth It.

I Want To Be Played On The Radio. I Want To Have Top 40 Hits.

It's So Easy For Me To Do A Boy-bashing Pop Song, But To Sit Down And Write Honestly About Something That's Really Close To Me, Something I've Been Through, It's A Totally Different Thing.

I Have A Car. I Have A Steady Job. I Have A Business, And I Have To Make Serious Decisions.

He Was A Boy, She Was A Girl, Can I Make It Any More Obvious? He Was A Punk, She Did Ballet, What More Can I Say? He Wanted Her, She'd Never Tell, But Secretly She Wanted Him As Well.