She Don't Know What To Do With Herself - R Stevie Moore

There’s a girl over there

Sitting up in the chair

I would not be caring if she

Didn’t keep on staring at me hair

Here she comes walking fast

With her head in a cast

I should be excited but

I’m not all that delighted with her

She don’t know what to do with herself

She don’t know how to see

She is boring and talks to herself

She don’t know a thing about me

As she talks to my ear

I don’t know why I’m here

Everything she’s stated is

Usually related to me hair

Though she looks very nice

She could use some advice

No one sees the glory

Of her formulated story, pity

She don’t know what to do with herself

She don’t know how to see

She is boring and talks to herself

She don’t know a thing about me

All she needs is a boy

Who can show her the ropes, I hope

All she needs is some dope

All she needs is some hope

Now she’s gone back to school

Cause she hates ridicule

I could see her crying

As I shouted out «Goodbye forever»

She don’t know what to do with herself

She don’t know how to see

She is boring and talks to herself

She don’t know a thing about me

She don’t know what to do with herself

She don’t know how to see

She is boring and talks to herself

She don’t know a thing about me

She don’t know what to do with herself

She don’t know how to see

She is boring and talks to herself

She don’t care about me