There's this guy at school
He smells like Dr.Pepper
His pants sag a bit
But I think I love him anyway

His hair falls into his eyes
Lips are always pursed
I don't hear him talk too much
But I think I love him anyway

He always taps his left foot
I always tap my right
He listens to rap
But I think I love him anyway

He squints when he's tired
His hoodie is only half zipped
His grades could be better
But I think I love him anyway

It's not a magnetic kind of love
Yet I know I'd take a bullet
He's rough around the edges
But I know I love him anyway