Girls eyes, butterflies, how she cries, cant get through to you,
She knows all the charts, breaks her heart, thinks a lot of you,
Each time you play a melody, it means the earth to this little girl,
Can you be cruel and break her heart, tear her small world apart.

Shes there, eyes aglow, very front row, dont throw sticks at her,
Please dont look her way, see her way, dont care anyway.

Its you who led her on, I see,
Just leave her down in her misery,
She dont want help from you and me,
Cant tell a note from a symphony.

Its you who led her on, I see,
Just leave her down in her misery,
She dont want help from you and me,
Cant tell a note from a symphony.

Girls eyes, butterflies, how she cries, cant get through to you,
She knows all the charts, breaks her heart, thinks a lot of you,
Each time you play a melody, it means the earth to this little girl,
Can you be cruel and break her heart, tear her small world apart.