("Evil" Kevin La Bounty © 1997)
Sitting on the stairwell,
You were eating lunch
Blocking all the people
Just your way of fun
When the class is quiet,
She drops her books upon the floor
When there's people coming,
She never holds the door
Sweet antisocial,
Look up at me
Sweet, sweet antisocial
She never smiles
Going to her locker,
The one she painted black and blue
Put inside a card I made,
Tell her, "I love you"
Been a week, and nothing's said
She walks by, I drop my head
I wonder if she read?
But then she smiled :)
Sweet antisocial