Tell that guy that he found himself the jackpot
Cuz you inspire music and poetry
Your pretty blonde hair and your simple lack of care
Makes you my greatest loss
And it all comes down to facial hair
He can grow a stache and I cannot
If you ever want a boy with a clean face
I'm in your directory under here and gone
Tell that guy that he found himself the prize
Cuz you inspire music and poetry
Your cool looks and your affinity for vampire books
Makes you my greatest loss
And it all comes down to facial hair
He can grow appear and I cannot
If you ever want a boy with a clean face
I'm in your directory under here and gone
I tried to tell ya but you couldn't see
That I only date the boys with scruffy cheeks
When I said you were special to me
You seemed to misinterpret my meaning
And it all comes down to facial hair
He can grow a fu man chu and I cannot
If you ever want a boy with a clean face I'm in your directory
No I'm not