I'm wasting time thinking about a girl, and stealing her away from her world. She and I would run away, I'd think of all the things I'd say. We'd talk about important things, and I'd picture it in my dreams. She'd teach me about modern art, and I'd show her to Kate and Fart, and maybe I'd impress her by being in a band. And maybe if I act real tough, she'd let me hold her hand. And maybe I'll win her heart by writing a song about her. Sometimes I sit at home and wonder if she's sitting at home thinking of me, and wondering if I'm sitting at home thinking about her. Or am I just wasting my time? Remembering how she laughed at kinkos when I made fun of that guy. Remembering the looks she gave me when I told her that I used to cry. I really want to ask her out, but my ego would never take it. And even if I got the balls, you know that the cougar would never make it. And in my town, you can't drive naked. And maybe I'd impress her by being in a band. And maybe if I act real tough, she'd let me hold her hand. And maybe I'll win her heart by writing a song about her. Sometimes I sit at home and wonder if she's sitting at home thinking of me, and wondering if I'm sitting at home thinking about her. Or am I just wasting my time? Or am I just wasting my time? Am I just wasting my time? Am I just wasting my time? Am I just wasting my time? Wasting my time thinking about a girl. www.mooji.org