The first step is to see a hot chick

You gotta think that she's the one to pick

You stare at her tits and look into her eyes

Before you know it, you love her more than fries



You wanna ask her out but what would she say?

You hope and you pray she'll notice you one day

You see her walking by but you run and hide

You can't get up the nerve to swallow your pride



You see them, You want them

Can't have them, Write about them



She sits there all alone waiting for her friends

You have no balls so you sit at the other end

You go home and pick up your guitar

You write about how nice her sweet legs are



You know you can't have her so you write about her looks

You'll never forget how you felt when she walked past and shook

The next step is to see her, you think you're on your way

At this point you're infatuated but you still run away



Thanks to Shane Kramer (paranormalman90@aol.com) for these lyrics