Sitting on the stairwell
You were eating lunch
Blocking all the people
It's just your way of fun
When the class is quiet
She drops her books upon the floor
When there's people coming
She never ever holds the door
Sweet, sweet, antisocial
Please look up at me
Sweet, sweet, antisocial
She never smiles
Come to her locker
The one she painted black and blue
Put inside a card I made
Tell her I love you
And a week of nothing said
She walks by
I drop my head
I wonder if she read
And then she smiled
Sweet, sweet, antisocial
Please look up at me
Sweet, sweet, antisocial
Give me a smile
Sweet, sweet, antisocial
Please look up at me
Sweet, sweet, antisocial
Give me a smile
Sweet, sweet, antisocial
Please look up at me
Sweet, sweet, antisocial
Give me a smile
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