Sitting on the stairwell   You were eating lunch   Blocking all the people   It's just your way of fun      When the class is quiet   She drops her books upon the floor   When there's people coming   She never ever holds the door      Sweet, sweet, antisocial   Please look up at me   Sweet, sweet, antisocial   She never smiles      Come to her locker   The one she painted black and blue   Put inside a card I made   Tell her I love you   And a week of nothing said   She walks by   I drop my head   I wonder if she read   And then she smiled      Sweet, sweet, antisocial   Please look up at me   Sweet, sweet, antisocial   Give me a smile      Sweet, sweet, antisocial   Please look up at me   Sweet, sweet, antisocial   Give me a smile      Sweet, sweet, antisocial   Please look up at me   Sweet, sweet, antisocial   Give me a smile