You like the girls who talk dirty
The girls who wear their skirts above their knees
You like the way they bat their lashes
The way that they flaunt and tease
They turn when you're walking down the hallway
They smile with their vaseline
They fight just to win your affection
Why can't you like a girl like me
And I'm here
Standing on your sideline
I'm here
Maybe I wish I was Mary
Betty Ann or Bobby Sue
If I could tie the stem of a cherry
With my tongue would that impress you
And I'm here
Standing on your sideline
I'm here waiting this whole time
I'm here, yeah, I'm here
What if you want to go steady
What if one day we get married
I think I'd make a good Mrs
Even though I've never really been kissed
I'm here
Standing on your sideline
I'm here waiting this whole time
I'm here, yeah, I'm here
And I noticed you noticed me
You walked this way and right past me
And I'm here
Standing on your sideline
I'm here waiting this whole time
I'm here, yeah, I'm here