Day-glo

She's got Day-Glo hair
and loves sunflower seeds
But I think she thinks
She's too cool for me
All she does is sit there quietly
Does she ever think of me?

Why would she, why would she?
I'm not her type.
My hair's cut short
and my pants aren't tight

Well why would she, why would she?
I couldn't tell
To her parents she's an angel
But where's her rebel yell?

Her life's made up of
Verses and melodies
But I see she sees
Another free feeling
All she does mumble half-heartedly
Does she ever speak of me?