Who is that girl you think you see?

That girl who is so different than me?

What stereotype is she put in?

Which stereotype can we all agree?

Is she a jock, a freak?

How about a geek?

A cheerleader perhaps?

Does she even often speak?

Who is that girl you think you see?

That girl who is so different than me?

Who is that girl, now in the corner?

Bent over a book on her knee?

What book is that, that she does read?

Does a hero do a great deed?

Is there a damsel in distress?

Waiting for her prince to see her need?

Who is that girl you think you see?

That girl who is so different than me?

Why does she smile so?

Has the prince heard his lady's plea?

What happens as she turns the page?

Ignoring our group that is all the rage?

How is it that though all alone she smiles more?

Than others with friends her age?

Who is that girl you think you see?

That girl who is so different than me?

Why do you study her so?

And have eyes for only she?

And why, even though I sit and stay with you?

In your notebook I see it is she you drew?

Why do I now feel so blue?

And feel the fool for never having knew?

Who is that girl you think you see?

That girl who is so different than me?

Is it that she is prettier than I?

Is that why your heart chose her as the key?

And now why do you walk to her?

And over me prefer?

Why do I now hold in tears?

And hope for things that never were.

Who is that girl you think you see?

That girl who is so different than me?

Now what has she said to make you laugh?

And put you in such a state of glee?

Now do I know what the answer be?

What stereotype does fit she?

What is the answer to my first question?

What is it that I decree?

I decree that as I watch you there,

With hardly in the world a care,

As you laugh and tease and smile,

That a love like yours is very rare.