Ingrid Michaelson

Charlie don't let the girls hurt your heart
Don't let the angry boys tear you apart
I know you're tired of not fittin' in
But its not fitting in that will help to begin to show you your beauty
Where is the red-headed girl?
The one with the green lunch box
Even though you had a brown bag
Sandwiches hard as rocks
Lunch was the happiest 45 minutes of the day
For the red-headed angel would glide your way and say
"Hello, hello, charlie hello"
Wake up
Its after 9 and now you're late
Yellow school bus is brimming with hate
They love your face when its blush as red
Get out of bed