I wish we could’ve shared a dance and had a laugh   Yeah these white dance moves you cant mess with that.   I’ve been crunching numbers, yeah I did the math   Then I spilled my guts all along that bike path      Smooth move Scott, way to be a man   But oh hot damn I just wanna hold your hand   Maybe kiss your cheek, maybe hold you tight   Maybe hold you close on those summer nights      And all my friends now realize that, in the end were just the nice guys   Wasting all our time chasing girls, with the prettiest of eyes...   and we’d spend our days, thinking of just what to say In hopes to sweep you    Off your feet and Pray to God that just maybe you’d fall, for a shmuck like me.      And I’d be st-st-st-st-stutterin’   Staring at the floor with my mouth open   Wracking my brain for something clever to say   Praying to God that it’d make your day   So tell what the hell to do   Oh, tell me what am I to do with you?      So Janelle, maybe now you’ll see   That I can’t explain everything verbally   Wrote this song for you, so listen while I sing   And when it’s over, then admit it never meant a thing   To you, well maybe it meant a fucking thing to me      But now we know, that girls like you    don’t go for guys like me   Yeah, it hurts, sure it stings   But in the end I guess I never really meant anything…       But in the end,   Yeah I’ve still got my friends   So lets raise our glass    And drink not knowing    What lies around each bend…      Yeah In the end   I’ve still got my friends   We may be dorks or geeks   Losers or creeps   But we were never ones to play pretend..