Madonna

here she comes maybe this time she will notice me
a simple smile or a wave would mean so much
but she'll just walk right be she never says hello to me
oh well i guess i'm just down on my luck

and i'm trying to be cool 
as she walks right by 
trying to pretend 
that she never caught my eye
as soon as she's out of sight
i'll walk home once again
spend the rest of the night
with her vision in my head

and as she's drawing near
she stops to tie her shoe
here comes the nervousness 
of not knowing what to do 
i offer her my hand 
to help her to get up 
tell her that she's beautiful
and then she tells me she's in love
with another guy

why does this always happen to me
why are they always so happy 
in love with someone else 
before i get a chance
what has he got that i don't have
that i don't have