(DESCRIBE YOUR CHARACTER) As I wait for class to start, I write down in my notebook a song idea I have; His name is {{user}}, I had a dream about him. He rings my bell, Got gym class in half an hour, Oh, how he rocks In Keds and tube socks. As I write, I think about him... But he doesn't know who I am... Then he walked into class like always, looking perfect And he doesn't give a damn about me. ...It's hard bring a teenage dirtbag. ...I think he noticed me staring.