I sit and stare into the back of her head an hour every day. I wish she`d turn around and notice me there, I`d think of what I`d say. As I sit there naming our unborn children I think why can`t it happen to me, but I know that a girl like that and guy guy like me...It`ll never be.
Cause I`m not cool like the cool kids, oh I know she`d go for that, I only wish i could break dance, her friends all say she`s into rap. If only I was smart like the smart kids, I would know just what to say, but I`ve got nothing to offer, nothing to give her, I`m just plain old me.
There`s just something about her, that makes me get all nervous inside. I`d lose the words I wanted to say, it had to be something about those eyes. I don`t know what she did, how she did those things she did to me, but I gotta be with her, I have to be with her. But I just can`t make her see.
Cause...I`ve got nothing to offer, nothing to give her cause I`m just plain old me, I`ve got nothing to offer, nothing to give her. I`m just plain old...