To Whom It May Concern

Agony of girls getting a boy to see them

To Whom It May Concern...


To Whom It May Concern...
I've tried to make you notice me
A thousand different ways
I memorized your schedule
And I followed you for days
I'm always around wherever you go
Hoping you'll invite me to a party or a show
I tried a hundred hairstyles
I even bought new clothes
And when I saw you coming
I would quickly strike a pose
I've even practiced how I'd act
If we should ever kiss!
But that will never happen
'Cause you don't know I exist
So I think what I shall do
Is grab you and tie you to a tree
And stand two inches from your face
Until you notice me
'Cause I'm sick of all this chasing
And this stupid mating dance
Either notice me this instant
Or I'll give you one more chance