Here he comes, lack of fashion scenenHe's kind of crazy and he's sometimes meannSome call it a social form of cancer (that's me)nI have no idea what's going onnThe last two years I took friends to promnI'm the kind of guy who always poisons dancesnnAnd I'll never see a prettier face than the one that you make blowing hair from your eyesnAnd I'll never hear a heart with such beats, full of passion and a love for lifenAnd I'll never taste a kiss oh so sweet it could melt all the flesh off of any man's bonesnIt's the first time I've felt a touch to compete with the safety of being alonennI'm such a wreck, no one talks to menAnd rightly so, I'm a sight to seenBut at the same time, I'm not to be seen with (uh-huh)nShe takes her strides oh so perfectlynI watch so close, don't want to miss a beatnAnd the pleasure of her company belongs distinctly to mennDon't you hurt my heartnDon't you even trynDon't you say a thingnWords just lead to lies