Think Twice

As I'm walking down the street, and I see your unique style
It hardly seems out of my place to allow myself a smile
It isn't that I think you're queer
Or judging you as if on trial
Really I just think you're neat
With your rejection of the norm
Your side swept hair and white washed eyes
Are qualities I quite adore
So take some time next you scowl
At a smiling passer by
She may be laughing with you
As you glare at her, fuming all the while