So what I should have said was, “thank you, Sam. The good news is, I did gather up my self-confidence a mere few days after you fled in your white Grand Am. But for just a moment, I slipped back into teenage mode and was tempted to hop up on the counter and shout: I'm just a sucker with no self-esteem Oh yeah yeah yeah Oh yeah yeah Oh yeah yeah yeah Oh yeah yeah When she's saying, oh, that she wants only me Then I wonder why she sleeps with my friends When she's saying, oh, that I'm like a disease Then I wonder how much more I can spend Well, I guess I should stick up for myself But I really think it's. Maybe you recognized me perhaps you didn’t. And you looked so dimly lit standing in front of the colorful pastries, on the verge of being extinguished. But seeing how you could attract a crowd with your illuminating personality was enough to pump my heart into overdrive.ĭecades later, I saw you waiting in line at the bakery. I don’t remember a single thing we talked about. I didn’t have much to say to you then, Samantha. And there was the gift of spewing bullshit to a highly receptive audience, too. I look back now and see that confidence made her attractive it was a swagger that most girls her age did not possess. She’d talk sports and call out bad jokes. Yeah Now I'll relate this little bit It happens more than I'd like to admit Late at night, she knocks on my door She's drunk again and looking to score Now I know I should say no But it's kind of hard when she's ready to go I may be dumb, but I'm not a dweeb I'm just a sucker with no self esteem Oh, hey, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah When she's saying, oh, that she wants only me Then I wonder why she sleeps with my friends When she's saying, oh, that I'm like. Hazel eyes that looked directly into your soul. The lyrics rang true, but minus the sex, which makes the story even sadder.
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