There's this girl in a band, I see her every showWant 
to get to know her, but I really don't know
Send her tender emails each & every day
She better start lovin' me there is no other way
Allison:
See this crazy guy, every time we play
He never takes his eyes off me, I wish he'd go away
I've never even talked to him, you'd think he'd get the 
hint
I delete his silly emails, it's like they're never sent
Chorus:
Woah-oh, what am I gonna do?
Woah-oh-oh, what will I do?
Woah-oh-oh, what am I gonna do?
Woah-oh-oh, what will I do about you?
It all started at a show, she let me get a cup
I know I'll never be the same, I know I can't give up
She will be mine one day, I'll do what it takes
Because I am the greatest fan, I make no mistakes
Allison:
He got me water at a show, and now he thinks we're 
friends
I'll never ask a guy again if this thing never ends
He's not in a band, in fact he's no even cool
And when the show is over, it's back to highschool
[horn players show off]
Next time that you come around, I won't think of you
My life will go on the same, if I don't see you
You won't haunt my dreams, and I won't see your face
You can go on with your life, and I can have my space