C. Hutchins, M. Hutchins

So you met a nice girl but it can’t go anywhere
Cause you’re afraid she’ll see you in your underwear
You try acting cool and nonchalant
And you say she’s just not the one you want

Then you sit there feeling sorry for yourself
There’s just you to blame, ya well that’s a shame
There’s just you and no one else
You just sit there feeling sorry for yourself

Well the folks at work they all want to know
Why you get the order but don’t want to go