She has another date I'll have to crash the gate To see the celebration Although I'm out of school I all ways hoped and prayed I'd get her invitation Tonight's the night I'm going to crash the prom Find that girl I lost see what she's running from With anger in my pocket and sungla**es on Tonight I'm going to crash the prom I see her standing there She holds another hand I need an explanation The sweet soul music plays I dream she still loves me In my imagination I see those high school boys In their rented suits The night they've waited for Don't the look so cute? The picture is very clear I am so juvenile I live by my emotions What am I doing here? I'm only standing out Because I was not chosen