You say to me your jeans don't fit
You don't feel pretty and it's hard to miss
I wish that you could see my point of view
As someone starin' back at you
On Friday night when we're all out
I turn to you and you're looking down
And you don't wanna dance
I know you love to dance
You never stop given half the chance ×͜×

~ I'm worse at what I do best
And for this gift I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end ~