All week I've been watching rom-coms In my room Jotting down notes To try approach you Because I Just wanna get closer Closer to you Can we split the check If we get food? I'm not made of money Not to be rude But I'll pay for Uber Just 'cause I adore you I'm sitting In this Whole Foods Hoping to run into you With my cartful of kombucha I want you in my future And did you know How pretty you are When I look at you I see stars All these Hot suburban moms And their hot daughters That just made the varsity Tennis team And now I'm riding shotgun in your mom's Minivan And take me to your home, mama Back in the cul-de-sac Valerie I love you But you're friends are so hot I don't know what to do I'm tired of watching Paul Rudd get all the girls While I sit in the background Clutching my pearls If you love something You should let it go But if you like something Keep that shit on a string 'Til the feeling is gone And you Keep talking shit But you can't deny I'm in your girl's playlist