I know you got your ride or die clique
And I'm just your side chick
I wait in the wings like a dumb bul
I keep on waiting for you to call
Your friends are much cooler
One dude's name is Bruiser
But he can't come through
Late night matzoh ball soup
I'll keep checking on your schedule
We can make time, I'll put lead through it
I keep on waiting for you
Let me try to explain how I feel
I thought casual was nice, nothing real
But this itch won't go away
You're a fabulous lay
But I kinda, sorta, also just can't stop thinking about you