I was the unpopular boy
Not bad looking but coy
Girls were all sugar and spice
Only rule--had to be nice
Wouldn't look at me twice
Skinny and gangly and tall
I hung around lonely on the wall
Once asked a girl to go out
She turned my heart inside out
Said last person I would date
Girls like me today--in line she would have to wait
I am sure not any better looking
But I'm still shy, polite, sometimes do the cooking
For sure I do the dishes
And not into me--I do the ladies wishes
Vanity---I'm not really writing about me
I know there are boys nice, ignored you see
While young lady you are worried about popularity