He's good looking
A star in his own right
There’s no way to deny he’s lovely
Perfect skin, perfect hair
Perfumed hearts everywhere
Tell myself that inside he’s ugly
Maybe I’m just jealous
I can’t help but hate him
Secretly I wonder if I'm more fun to be with
He is the banker, I’m writing for peanuts
He is a circuit boy, I’m sitting in the stands
He gets the korean hunks, I’m sleeping with ugly Joes
He's Mr Filipino
And I’m just the boy next door
He must be heaven sent
He was never the last one standing
Everything that you want
Never too harsh or too demanding
Maybe I’ll admit it
I’m a little bitter
Everybody loves him, but I just wanna hit him
I don’t know why I’m feeling sorry for myself
Spend all my time wishing that I was someone else
He is the nice bod guy, I'm the giant
He is the one with the nice voice, I'm the tone deaf
I get a little bit, he gets a little more
He is Mr sexciting Filipino
I'm just the boy next door
Saturday, November 24, 2007
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