I like the girls
Who wear those sweatshirts
The one with the glasses collects buttons
And the one with the curly hair
She likes punching boys in the face
And the one with the crooked nose keeps the pace

They switch up their sneakers
They don’t even wear the same size
Sometimes when I pass them
They don’t seem to realize that there’s someone there
Looking at them
They’ve got little patches sewn on the hem
Of their jackets
And you never know what could be in their pockets

I’ve got empty pockets
There’s nothing I could hide inside
The bottom of my shoe
And I would only eat the oranges
I’ve never tried the glue
And I would never kick a shin
Or know exactly what to do

Those boys can’t paint a picture
Or play drums or a guitar
They don’t do well in science
Can’t even drive a car
But they’ve got a frog
And a leather bag that’s full of rocks
I’ve never seen them wear two socks

And they don’t walk together
They pretend they don’t exist
But stop and stare and linger
When they see two people kiss
Do they have a clean direction
Are they headed on a path
They whistle crisp and nicely
And they’d never ever smash
A beetle
Or stick it with a needle

I’ve got empty pockets
There’s nothing I could hide inside
The bottom of my shoe
And I would only eat the oranges
I’ve never tried the glue
And I would never slap a cheek
Or know exactly when to speak

I know a kid who always whispers
He likes fall days
The weather’s crisper
And he cannot tell the difference
Between winter, spring or summer
He’s not much dumber
Than an ostrich

But he chews a pen cap
And sticks his tongue out
At the Boy Scouts
And when he breathes his cheeks go in
So that his face gets really thin
And his lips are sometimes parted
In a soft way
In a nice way

I’ve got empty pockets
There’s nothing I could hide inside
The bottom of my shoe
And I would only eat the oranges
I’ve never tried the glue
And I would never slap a cheek
Or know exactly when to speak
And I would never cut skin
Or know if I could ever win
And I would never punch an eye
Or know exactly when to cry

And I would only eat the oranges
I’ve never tried the glue