Walking home, suns in my eyes

You said to me, “you free tonight”

I said “probably but I got too much pride”

Cause I’m not another conquest, another damsel

You’re not my knight

 

Do I look like another girl?

Do I look like another girl?

Do I look like another girl?

You’d write a song about

 

Yes I know I’ve got the blonde hair and the blue eyes

But please don't fantasise cause these blue eyes don’t see for you

And I might have to dye my blonde hair too

 

Am I the kinda girl you’d write a song about

On your little guitar that you like to plough

Would you play it in your skater boy costume

To your friends in the common room

 

Do I look like another girl?

Do I look like another girl?

Do I look like another girl?

You’d write a song about

 

Tell your friends, they gave some bad advice 

They said ask her out, it’s time to roll the dice

You rolled a one and you didn't win 

Cause it’s not happening 

 

Then that all changed and you were never the same 

After your confidence was damaged, ego had to be bandaged 

Then your kindness vanished 

And you became another boy I’d write a song about

 

Do I look like another girl?

Do I look like another girl?

Do I look like another girl?

You’d write a song about

 

You're the kinda boy I’d write a song about

I hate that little guitar that you like to plough

You’d hear it in your skater boy costume

With your friends in the common room

 

You called me the kinda girl you'd write a song about

You called me the kinda girl you'd write a song about

You called me the kinda girl you'd write a song about

Well, you're the kinda boy I’d write a song about!