If there's no romance at my high school dance,
I'll show up with my 'faux-beau-frien'.
'cause he's cute and he's sweet and he showered (last week),
and he'll stick by my side till the end.
And since we never hook up (that's just very well known),
he wont care if my leg hairs are seven days' grown.
And if by chance at the dance,
i'm swept up in romance,
my boy friend's the picture of cool.
He dissapears without tears and whispers in my ear,
"You go, girl! Now where is the food?"
