One chance, better take it One choice, better make it Quick glance, know she hates it And you wonder how I can tell She'll give me no chance in hell But I keep trying anyways No since in holding back these days Why won't she give me a chance Why won't she let me date her And why is it whenever I ask her for a dance She always says maybe later Everyday, every time No, she will say and give me that same damn line No way, not now, later maybe Here's my number, give me a call baby She must think I get dumber and dumber She always gives me her ex-boyfriend's phone number Why won't she give me a chance Why won't she let me date her And why is it whenever I ask her for a dance She always says maybe later Well she'll never ever date me Now I know she really hates me I might as well give up now just maybe for a second or minute, my life she's really fucked up [wow] and everything in it Why won't she give me a chance Why won't she let me date her And why is it whenever I ask her for a dance She always says maybe later One quick glance And now I hate her...
Reason for writing:
Pardon the swearing, but it was the only way to really express the way this guy was feeling in this poem. It's more like a punk rock song, but it tells about a guy and this girl that would never give him a chance...so he finally just moves on. Pretty realistic, I thought.
Birth sign: Aries
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