He was a boy; she was a girl. Can I make it anymore obvious?
He was a punk; she liked ballet. What more can I say?
He wanted her; she'd never tell; she secretly wanted him as well.
He was a sk8er boi she said see ya later boi.
He
wasn't good enough for her.
She had a pretty face but her head was
up in space.
She needed to come back down to earth.
Five years from now she sits at
home feeding the baby she's all alone.
She turns on TV and guess
who she sees.
Sk8er boi rocking up MTV.
She calls up her
friends.
They already know
And they've all got tickets to see
his show.
She tags along, stands in the crowd . Looks up at the
man that she turned down.
He was a sk8er boi she said see ya later
boi. He wasn't good enough for her.
Now he's a superstar slammin
on his guitar to show
pretty face what he's worth.
