There's a girl there on the dance floor With social inadequacy being such a must Don't knock me to the ground If I'm already falling It'll only make things worse you know I always knew my calling was the stage This evening's filling me with rage I only wish I had some sage advice to give me The indie handbook volume three would read Show girls you fancy them By getting with their boyfriends Replace your party loving mates With awkward, greasy, coy friends Who like listening to Sonic Youth Y (guitartabs.cc)