Wasting Time 
  
I'm wasting time thinking about a girl 
And stealing her away from her world 
She and I would run away 
I think of all the things I'd say 
We'd talk about important things 
And I picture it in my dreams 
She'd teach me about modern art 
And I'd show he its OK to fart 
And maybe I'd impress her by being in a (super) band 
And maybe If I act real tough she'd let me hold her hand 
And maybe I'll win her heart by writing this song about her 
Sometimes I sit and home and wonder if she's thinking of me 
And wondering if I'm sitting at home thinking about her 
Or am I just wasting my time 
Remembering of how she laughed at Kinko's 
when I made fun of that guy 
Remembering that look she gave when I told her I used to fry 
I really want to ask her out 
But my ego could never take 
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)           


 

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