She likes the guy with the red cheeks and She doesn't give a damn about me See, I dont have those red cheeks So I guess Iv got to leave She misses a boy with the red cheeks And she will never miss me I am an interesting one to talk to But Ill never be good enough I never be good enough I fear I dream of a girl She's left me She doesnt need me at all She's met a boy he looks like Got under compressor Travolta John Dont want to stop Thinking about her Cause it feels so wrong
Too many idiots, too many prophets I am seek and tired God doesn't hear me anymore “Praying is a waste of time” I dont want to be alone ITs silly I know “ she is not My type “ Too many idiots Too many prophets I am sick and tired
She likes the guy with the red cheeks and She doesn't give a damn about me See, I dont have those red cheeks So I guess Iv got to leave She misses a boy with the red cheeks And she will never miss me I am an interesting one to talk to But Ill never be gonna be Never gonna be