Who makes up all the rules about those girls I want?    Who tells them all to laugh?    Who tells them all to talk about me?    And I'm not sure what my purpose is for being here    Why do they, why do they    Always kick me in the groin when I come near    (And I'm not complaining it just hurts after a bit.)       I don't know what I'm feeling    I'm just so sick of seeing    All those dumb, lame, and retarded broads    Who often just sit kick back    As I am not so relaxed    And I often wonder why they act so odd       Because no worse a time    When it's just your time to    Think you should make your move    It doesn't work cause you're just a jerk with no excuse       What about that situation    All night procrastination    Leadung to the point when you lead her to her door    There is nothing left there to say    I guess you best be on your way    But before you go you've got to do that chore       No worse a time    When it's just your time to    Think you should make your move    It doesn't work so you're just a jerk with no excuse       Please won't you buy in    I'm always tryin'    I keep on tryin'    There's only so much pride that I can lose    I hope that when you see me    You see right through me    Come on now, honestly    I'm so sick of endin' up without a clue