I'm tired of being single It seems I'm "not her type" I have tried so hard to mingle But never found her right "She's out of your league." "You don't stand a chance." But I must be careful I don't want a bad romance When harlots and whores get so many boys, Yet I am chaste and pure, And dicks and pricks get so many girls, Why can't I get the girl whom I adore? I would love her and hold her tight Never let her out of sight I am caring and kind Her happiness always at the forefront of my mind So then why is it that evil gets its way But that I, a good boy who never goes astray, Am always refused by the good girls I like. "Rhys, why don't you get on your bike!"