lyrics by: matt hopper
getting late on friday night you're on time but notice how she's late
the good things in life will always make you wait
she's the hottest girl i've ever seen but she makes me want to scream
the way that she looks at me makes me feel like she likes me
(chorus)
you don't like the way i talk to you and i don't care
cause i don't like the way that you treat my friends and it's not fair
you're just a waste of my good time / all of those times that i called you mine
you're just a waste of all the things i need
those clothes she wears that make her seem just as hot as daisy fuentes
but she's the only girl that ever seemed to notice your existence
the way she walks up by your side and grabs your hand and holds it so tight
you know that tonite that there's going to be a fight
you bring her flowers but you notice that she doesn't even care
her mind seems to be everywhere except sitting right there
looking back you notice some girls seem to be a waste of time
but she always seems to be the one that blows you're mind