I can see from my seat at the back of the class,
And the teacher?s total laugh.
She?s surrounded by a group of mates,
With a big grin across her face.
Cause the popular girl,
Always gets her way.
Popular girl,
Always has a reason.
And the popular girl,
Never seems to notice me.
That?s why she?s the popular girl.
She plays with a pencil in her hair,
Her favourite game is truth or dare.
But I?m the one without any luck
Cause the bottle?s pointing at me
(And there all laughing)
Na, na, na, na. Na, na, na, na.
Na, na, na, na. Na, na, na, na.
Na, na, na, na. Na, na, na, na.
Na, na, na, na. Na, na, na, na.
Yeah
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