Text: Scott, The Musical. Other. Dubba U Tee Eff.

I wish we could?ve shared a dance and had a laugh
Yeah these white dance moves you cant mess with that.
I?ve been crunching numbers, yeah I did the math
Then I spilled my guts all along that bike path

Smooth move Scott, way to be a man
But oh god damn I just wanna hold your hand
Maybe kiss your cheek, maybe hold you tight
Maybe hold you close on those summer nights

And all my friends now realize that, in the end were just the nice guys
Wasting our time chasing girls, with the prettiest of eyes...
and we?d spend our days, thinking of just what to say In hopes to sweep you
Off your feet and Pray to God that just maybe you?d fall, for a shmuck like me.

And I?d be st-st-st-st-stutterin?
Staring at the floor with my mouth open
Wracking my brain for something clever to say
Praying to God that it?d make your day
So tell what the hell to do
Oh, tell me what am I to do with you?

So Janell, maybe now you?ll see
That I can?t explain everything verbally
Wrote this song for you, so listen while I sing
And when it?s over, then admit it never meant a thing
To you, well maybe it meant a thing to me

And all my friends now realize that, in the end were just the nice guys
Wasting our time chasing girls, with the prettiest of eyes...
and we?d spend our days, thinking of just what to say In hopes to sweep you
Off your feet and Pray to God that just maybe you?d fall, for a shmuck like me.

But now we know, that girls like you
don?t go for guys like me
Yeah, it hurts, sure it stings
But in the end I guess I never really meant anything?

But in the end,
Yeah I?ve still got my friends
So lets raise our glass
And drink not knowing
What lies around each bend?

Yeah In the end
I?ve still got my friends
We may be dorks or geeks
Losers or creeps
But we were never ones to play pretend..

(Thanks to Kevin for these lyrics)