We're like Alley and Emilio
Screaming what we don't mean
"Go Away" so I can hide
And then getting right to the point, knowing anyway
'Cept I've half the problems
And twice the jock
You're twice the woman
And half the weird
But I bet you dance like she does
And I stare like he does
But I like you better when you're not made-up
And you love me in a beater
In the end..we both say the same thing
"Don't you...forget about me"