I've got more hang-ups than a bad telemarketer (whoa-oh) 

but will she meet me first before she disconnects? 

and I hope and pray that she initiates (whoa-oh) 

this conversation first because I'm scared to death. 



I couldn't be less appraochable 

if totally engulfed in flames (whoa-oh) 

when we finish, pack and load the Pettit van. 

I'd just like to hear a nice remark from her (whoa-oh) 

because this loneliness is wearing kinda thin. 



CHORUS: 

guess I gotta guess why all the girls avoid me like poison 

is it 'cause i'm seven feet wide, or I act like I'm seven years old? 

{x2} 



is there a point to wondering, 

and pondering, and over-thinking this? (whoa-oh) 

or should I finsh my set, load the van and leave? 

is it something like she thinks she's being a pest? (whoa-oh) 

do I look dumb? is something in my teeth? (gross) 



CHORUS 



my biggest problem is that 

all my favorite girls are too shy to talk to me 

and I'm so nervous I could hurl. 

so I try to talk to them, 

but I keep my mouth shut 

and end up looking like a snob 

'cause I'm afraid of screwing up.