The first step is to see a hot chick  You gotta think that she's the one to pick  You stare at her tits and look into her eyes  Before you know it, you love her more than fries    You wanna ask her out but what would she say?  You hope and you pray she'll notice you one day  You see her walking by but you run and hide  You can't get up the nerve to swallow your pride    You see them, You want them  Can't have them, Write about them    She sits there all alone waiting for her friends  You have no balls so you sit at the other end  You go home and pick up your guitar  You write about how nice her sweet legs are    You know you can't have her so you write about her looks  You'll never forget how you felt when she walked past and shook  The next step is to see her, you think you're on your way  At this point you're infatuated but you still run away