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Let Her Go


 

In the front of the bus

that’s where she sits

Quiet and lonely, I have to admit

Her lips look tasty and her body is fine

Oh what I would give, to make her mine.

I sit in the back and admire from afar

because I’m a coward who can't get very far.

There’s this guy named Matt whose tall and quick

he’ll take your girl with just one click

Obnoxious and rude he’s a total shrewd 

He sat next to her and then get this!

He held her hand and gave her a kiss!

I just don’t get how a guy like Matt

can take my girl just like that

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