Standing in the back with the guys in percussion
Looking down at the flutes
There's always been just something
About the girl I couldn't seem to get to
I never thought I'd see the day
When she looked up at me and smiled back
I asked her out and with dismay
I was turned down as a matter of fact

By the pretty girl living in her pretty world
Saving up her pretty world for trumpets in the back
And as I walked away she said 'Maybe another day'
And she gave me the look
I just know I'm on the right track

Walking in the hall all alone after band class
She walked right up to me
She said she was in a tight fix
And I asked what it could possibly be
She calmly settled down
And then she started to tell me
The trumpet players in the back don't seem to notice me

And all I said was
'You're a pretty girl living in her pretty world
And I wish that you would like
Or even notice me'
And so she said
'Hey, what's your name
because it's driving me insane
Meet me outside
'cause I've decided that I want you to have my number'