What You See

You look at a girl
And what do you see?
A geek, a prep
Not the real me

I’m the one that you hear nothing about
The one that wants to make you shout
I always have my nose in a book
You know there is not a chance to get on my hook

I like the way I see you with me
Except for the fact that you have a she
You may call me a freak or a loser
But that girl barely has any clothes on

So before you call me what you do
Look between us and choose who?
I’m not the girl they may say I am
So suck it up and be my man