No matter what it is
weather its the radio or where i look...

He stares at her she looks to the ground
She walks past his heart starts to pound...

Im the kinda girl
who can dance all night...

I pass him,I glance at him,i smile
I feel this all is one large pile...

No matter what it is
weather its the radio or where i look...

Its the way she wears his hair
and how she owns a teddy bear...