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